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Posted by Nolan Dalla on Mar 14, 2013 in Blog, Music and Concert Reviews, Travel | 1 comment

The Saxophone Player

If the city has a sound, it’s the shrill of the saxophone.

The sax is a wailing cry amidst the cries, a screech of spirit amongst the dispirited.

Posted by Nolan Dalla on Mar 12, 2013 in Blog, General Poker, Personal, Travel | 2 comments

Atlantic City Short Stories

Stories from my last two weeks spent in the lovely garden state paradise of Atlantic City, New Jersey.

Posted by Nolan Dalla on Mar 9, 2013 in Blog, Personal, World Series of Poker | 0 comments

Saturday Night in Atlantic City

I 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.*

Posted by Nolan Dalla on Mar 8, 2013 in Blog, General Poker, Restaurant Reviews | 1 comment

Thought, Laughter, and Tears: My Dinner with T.K. (and Jimmy V.)

There 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 Previously known as the Atlantic City Hilton, this outdated and long-neglected property located at the southern tip of the famed Boardwalk has long been the city’s stepchild casino.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.

Posted by Nolan Dalla on Mar 7, 2013 in Blog, Personal, Restaurant Reviews | 7 comments

Guess Who’s (Not) Coming to Dinner?

When 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!