Harrah's Cherokee Casino and Hotel
1 Review for Harrah's Cherokee Casino and Hotel
I've had a few regrets in my life. It just amazes me the percentage of them that happen after I've gone to a casino. Well, maybe it shouldn't be surprising. Don't get me wrong, I'm a gambling man, but the kind of ducats these places squeeze out of you hurt a lot harder than spending all night playing poker w the boys, smoking cigars, giving each other the business...
The 2 hr drive from ATL to Cherokee brings you through several Podunk jerkwaters that boast a common waffle franchise littered among the byways, seemingly the only nightlife outside of the petrol stations. It's a lock most of the revenue generated in these two-stoplight towns comes from speeding tickets... my brother's girlfriend wound up paying the toll... then again, she' wanted to go.
Inside the casino: the dregs, the unwanted, the unwashed. No, this isn't Vegas. No shows, no showgirls... just lost souls who drove out to the middle of nowhere to feed the beast. Hm, I get a free coffee mug as a welcome gift for registering w the casino? Free coffee, sodas too... gee thanks, I'm sure I'll pay for them sometime down the line.
Jack sat at video poker sporting a holographic dealer which changed from greasy bohunk to bulbous showgirl every 20 minutes or so. I sat at the side to which she winked at regular intervals to chat her up. I don't think Jack thought it was as funny as I did.
Bored and beleaguered, I decided to play just a smidge w the one-armed bandit. Ah the irony as I watched my limit come and go, and Ms Julie wind up taking home 700 over and above what it would take to pay that ticket she got. Deja vu. OH, that's what I hate about casinos.... now I remember. No justice, no luck... wayyy too much irony.
6am: time for the breakfast buffet... the only food available.... unless we want to stop by those one of those waffle joints we passed along the way. Yeah, that'll make us feel oh so much better. So how'd ya do Jack... you won $400? SON OF A B.... Well I was asked to bring home a souvenir on my way back to the bay... and here it is: the $250 coffee mug.
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