WSOP
2003 Day 7 & 8
Potatoes, $50 A Pound
This
report is not about WSOP or Binions, it's
barely even about poker, it's about food.
Last
night I was invited out to dinner with
some friends, we had a great time where
the beautiful people hang out, at "9",
the steakhouse downstairs at The Palms.
This is one great restaurant, ultra modern
design, fantastic food (my prime rib eye
was about the best I've ever had), top
notch service. But the place is not cheap,
the side dishes cost more than I usually
spend on dinner, their mashed potatoes
must cost about $50 a pound. The best
thing about the place is the name, how
cool must it be to make a reservation
for 7 at 8 at 9.
Tonight
I had another steakhouse dinner, this
one at Lady Luck, not exactly the Bellagio,
but surpassingly they have an excellent
steak house. It is modern but has the
look and feel of the old days with its
red velvet booths and tableside cooking.
The food was great (we shared crispy duck
a l'orange and lamb chops, all cooked
perfectly), the prices are a real bargain
compared to the night before, a great
meal with salad or soup for $20, potatoes
included!
Then
back to Binions where I played the 11pm
tourney, but I sat down late near the
end of the second level (20 minute rounds,
you can buy in during the first two levels),
already blinded down to 800 (from 1000)
as the blinds went to 50-100, lost half
my stack on a bad play, tripled up with
JJ, then lost it all on a couple of hands
I should probably have avoided. I'll try
again tomorrow night, or maybe a satellite
instead to try to get into the $2,500
Limit Holdem.
While
I'm here clocking and pokering I'm also
working on a programming contract, a deadline
loomed so for the last two days I have
spent most of my time in my room. Other
than finding that Jeopardy and Wheel of
Fortune still exist and that Alex and
Pat do not seem to be losing any hair,
there haven't been any other startling
revelations. Well, there is one, it's
the reason why my fridge only worked at
night for the first few days; I'd come
back to the room at night and everything
in the fridge was warm, then in the morning
it was all cold again. Luckily I remembered
seeing a Columbo where the defrosted refrigerator
was the clue that solved the murder, so
my thanks go out to Peter Falk for solving
my dilemma. Yes, of course the answer
is because they plugged the fridge in
to the socket controlled by the light
switch, so every night I'd turn it on,
and every morning I'd turn it off. DOH!
Paul Westley
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