Atlantic City Short Stories
Read MoreStories from my last two weeks spent in the lovely garden state paradise of Atlantic City, New Jersey.
Read MoreStories from my last two weeks spent in the lovely garden state paradise of Atlantic City, New Jersey.
Read MoreI don’t always drink bourbon, but when I do — it’s Southern Comfort.
And then they run out of Southern Comfort — it’s Jim Beam.
And when the Beam’s gone — it’s Maker’s Mark.
And when the Maker’s is done –it’s Wild Turkey.
And when the Turkey bottle is empty…..
the party’s over.*
Read MoreThere are few people in the casino business I love and admire more than Mr. T.K. Krauss.
This longtime Atlantic City poker executive is a fountain of fascinating stories and useful information, especially when it comes to the East Coast poker scene. If passion came in bottles, “T.K.” would be the Coca-Cola of poker.
T.K. has just taken over as the new Director of Poker Operations for the Atlantic Club. Previously known as the Atlantic City Hilton, this outdated and long-neglected property located at the southern tip of the famed Boardwalk has long been the city’s stepchild casino.
Things are about to change — big time.
Read MoreWhen someone with impeccable taste in food and dining invites me to dinner, I usually accept.
However, after a recent debacle, I’ll have to re-think this policy.
This “friend” invited me to dinner at a restaurant I knew to be fantastic, but which I hadn’t visited in years. He casually mentioned to me that some of his other “friends” would also be there. Fine.
I showed up on time. My next vision was right out of a horror movie. I was astounded to walk in and see twenty strangers sitting at the table. Strangers! His friends!
Read MoreThe Scene: Atlantic City, New Jersey
The Date: December 5, 2005
The Problem: I need to raise $120,000 in cash by the following morning. It’s midnight.