I rate this place high only because of the competition.
First, when you walk in you'll wonder what Stephen King novel this place crawled out of. Dingy interior, the dog track just looks depressing, and the bathrooms are bested by most highway rest stops.
But the action... o the action... most players there to drink and lots of "buddy crews" driving in for some fun. Very loose agro amateur. Almost every hand shows down. Even Jamie Gold could make bank here.
So if you're willing to put up with a crap atmospher and mildly grumpy/sloppy dealers...