Jul 1 '18 at 12:51
The smell of cheap cigarettes, cheaper cigars and watered down drinks seems to mix perfectly with the smell of desperation and regret while what passes as a local talent slightly drowns out all the bells and buzzers going off with poor renditions of decades old songs when close enough to make out what the noise really is. It's the first time I've waited over 20 minutes for a waitress to come back with a bottle of warm or room temperature "ice water" in a bottle half the size of your fist. I wouldn't recommend going until you have lost all hopes of winning in life. That way every time you take away 1 tiny win at least you feel better over the big loss just before.