Fixtures were fine, tables were impressive, not a lot of ambient casino smoke, but regulars are retirees who vaguely resent outworlders.
As usual, a few novices and a few solid players.
They were effective, they knew the (weird) bet structure, and they kept a lid on the shenanigans.
I should offer some sort of sacrifice to the poker gods for the waitress I had not belting me. NM the details.
The brushes weren't inspired, but they responded to simple questions and didn't pick any fights with me.
The "jackpot dollar" was supposedly pooled with those from other Station properties and returned to players in the form of several high-variance, arbitrary, hard-to-understand promotions.