Binions
Just got home from 5 nights in vegas. Stayed downtown this trip and planned to play there. Binions poker room is struggling to get any action going whatsoever. The one tournament I saw they did get going only had 8 players. What happened to the birthplace of the WSOP?
I suspect all the new card rooms have eaten up all the action while the poker economy has contracted. The sentimental history can't bring in players without a nice hotel & amenities. The Nugget seems to be doing OK.
they can move tables, remodel, etc, but until they get new management in the room, it will continue to struggle. the current manager has been in charge down there for a number of years and look what has happened to the room. why this bozo still has a job in beyond me.
it's clear that binion's has a inferior product when it comes to poker, but the product over
at the nugget, their closest competition isn't that great either. for a competent manager,
it should be easy to steal their business. do they really think "football squares" is going to save/build the room.
@zzyzx. You are correct about Binions and their manager ( I think his name was Steve) I was there on Sunday, October 1st. They had one table going, back by the BBQ restaurant with several people on the list. Two cute woman showed up so the manager decided to start another table with 5 people. The women had several hundred dollars in $25 chips in hand and we're ready to play. They sat down in seat 5 & 6. I jumped over and sat in seat 9 making it 6 people at the table. A regular who was dressed like he got stuck in 1982 (silver jacket, Oakley sunglasses and looked like Keith Richards) had a fit that he could sit down in seat 5. Manager told the women to move to another seat very rudely. The woman and the manager got into an argument. Security showed up. The regular just sat there and keep saying he knew Jack Binion. The manager repeatedly told the women that this was his poker room and to get out. After 15 minutes of arguing, the seat I had left at one table was still unfilled. So I racked up, told the Keith Richards look-a-like douche to have playing by himself and moved back to table one. As I sat down, the douche started complaining to the manager that the seat I had now returned to was his to sit in. I turned around and told him that it could not be his since it wasn't seat 5. I played one hand and told the dealer I was going to dinner. I asked how long I had before being picked up and said an hour. I went and had a few drinks with the women that were treated so poorly by management. The douche had to wait 2 hours to get a seat. As soon as he was finally seated, I got up and went to the Nugget.