Rick's Cafe Americain

Of course there is gambling at Rick’s.  The regulars all play poker with one another, albeit poorly and for not much money.  Blogging about my developing poker habit was originally going to be a way to talk myself through the learning curve. Alas, becuase I play against the rest of the staff at Rick’s (though Sam has been bailing lately), and the blog has not shall we say, “achieved significant momentum” the readers of this are likely to be mostly my opponents.  This means that the comments page runs the real risk of being a little incest-fest.  With that warning in mind, and with a nod to Stephen Elliott, so begins Ugarte’s Poker Grovel. 

I could maybe get Rick’s Cafe “Instalanched” if you guys really wanna achieve “significant momentum” here. Of course, somebody will need to write a really incisive and lucid post.

Uh...n/m...I see your point.

Oh, Danny, your love and affection are all we really need.

(I’m practicing my bluffing.  Too obvious?)

Heh. I was j/k, of course. Keep the Cafe open. I like the ambience just like it is.