I started my day at Caesars' Cafe Roma. It would seem that the breakfast selection had changed as the $4 short stack pancakes that made my buddy Ben's day were replaced by an offering of five "silver dollar" pancakes for $8. Otherwise, it seemed to be the same mediocre yet overpriced fare once one would expect at a casino coffee shop.
My main reason for being in town was to attend an expo at the convention center. As Caesars was fairly close, I figured on walking or taking a short jitney ride up the road. Unfortunately, as it was raining cats and seagulls outside, I decided that catching a cab would be more prudent. The driver seemed like an honest guy as he complained about the coincidence of red lights that were actually boosting his fare. I ended up giving him $10 for his $7.50 fare.
The skies had cleared up by the time the convention ended for the day so I decided to walk back to Caesars via Michigan Avenue. As I passed through the collection of outlet stores known as The Walk, I discovered something I wasn't aware of during my first trip. Lane Bryant and Catherine's are located next to each other on Michigan Avenue. Ashley Stewart, which I already knew about, is around the corner north on Atlantic Avenue.
Although I had an interesting and productive day at the convention, I was starting to feel worse. But I was determined to enjoy my off-time so I rested for a couple hours before heading down to the Tropicana.
It was my intention during my visit to check out both the Comedy Stop at the Tropicana as well as the Borgata Comedy Club. It made sense to go to the closer Trop first. After buying my ticket, I realized I had developed a bit of an appetite. I decided to go for the closest place I could find with was...another damn sports bar!
Actually it was A Dam Good Sports Bar...no really, that was the name. (Ha!) All jokes aside, it was a decent place. This Phillies fan had actually hoped to enjoy watching the team play among a quasi-hometown sports bar crowd. Unfortunately, fate had other plans. So I ignored the majority of screens that were showing some game in San Francisco and instead sat down near a TV showing the Sixers home debut versus the would-be champion Heat. The restaurant, from the apparent staff requirements to the decor, reminded me of Hooters...which was ironic since there is a Hooters elsewhere in the Trop.
I ordered what turned out to be a generous portion of chicken fingers and french fries. I sort of wished my lady Kat or my buddy Ben were there to help me finish them as the combo was too much for me. I gave my server $20 for my $15 order.
Over at the Comedy Shop, I was a little wary when the host offered to seat me in the front as I figured that would make me ripe for ribbing. It turns out I didn't have much material for the three comedians to work with; at least not as much as a guy with a long white mane and beard who was alternately nicknamed "Grizzly Adams" and accused of bankrupting his barber by two of the comics. The humor wasn't *too* blue but just enough to remind you that you were in a casino. I enjoyed the show and was glad I got myself together to check it out.
On the way back to the room, I decided to take another crack at the Village People slots. I inserted my $18.75 voucher and traded wins and losses until I scored 500 credits. Eventually that bonus went back to the house and I called it even with my original $20. I also called it a night.
Next: Chicken Noodle Soup and other Boardwalk delicacies.
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