From: greatbrit Newsgroups: rec.gambling.poker Subject: WSOP 2003, Days 7/8: potatoes, $50 a pound Date: Wed, 23 Apr 2003 02:15:02 -0700 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 suprisingly 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