Stopped at the Klondike a few years ago for a chip run and found only one blackjack table open. I did notice that another blackjack table appeared to have been used as a dinner table for one of the customers. There was a large fountain soda sitting directly on the felt, sweating a huge ring on the betting circles. Next to the soda,
a half-eaten nachos, with once-dripping cheese hardened on the felt. Wonder if the players would ask the pit boss to sweep the felt before they placed their bets tonight.
Love these small casinos.
