The main interior casino at the Rincon is garish, crowded and loud, the slot machines purposefully set for maximum clang and clatter. Harrah’s has built its national gambling franchise mostly by operating what is the casino industry equivalent of McDonald’s. Instead I landed a tourist from New Mexico named Steve, an aerospace engineer who glanced at the dealer, rubbed his hands over the pastel blue-and-pink table felt and grinned at me, saying.
I, on the other hand, got immediately into the groove, sipping on a Captain Morgan and Coke and half expecting Jimmy Buffett to sit down on the stool beside me and dig his toes into the cool sand.
