For a card playing trip, I haven’t played a lot of cards. Just that one tournament at the Hilton. I have, however, been enjoying Atlantic City.
The three amigos went out for dinner last night. We (meaning I, with their understanding) didn’t want to miss the Eagles game. No sweat. Most public areas have large plasma TVs hung high.
We went to Wolfgang Puck’s place, where I had a very tasty little pizza with prosciutto ham and goat cheese. I’m a sucker for goat cheese.
My appeatizer was a bowl of clam chowder, which was good, but the smallest bowl of chowder I’ve ever had. Actually, the bowl was sized fine, but only filled about 40% of the way.
Wolfgang – is that what you want me to write about? Fill the bowl. Especially for your prices – fill the bowl.
It goes without saying, the restaurant itself was beautiful. In fact, everything in this hotel (Borgata) is nicely done. It also has the youngest, best looking crowd I’ve ever seen in a casino.
While Rick and Dennis went scouting gambling opportunities, I headed upstairs to root on the Eagles. Though they were competitive, they could never stop the Saints, and lost. Season over.
I didn’t want to prolong the agony, so I didn’t call home after the game ended.
By the time the game was over, Rick was back up in the room crashing.
Here’s what I’ve found by my roommate experience – Others snore! I’m not alone. Dennis isn’t too loud, but Rick… holy crap! His wife is a sainted woman for living with this for 37 years.
Truth is, I can sleep through snoring. I had a decent night’s sleep before showering at 7:25 – an ungodly hour for me.
This morning, my friend Peter is joining us for breakfast at the buffet. After breakfast, we’re heading to the House of Blues Casino for a few tournaments.
Aloha.