Years ago a daughter and her future husband were wandering around Europe and stopped at the Monte Carlo - not to play - but to pick up a "chip" for dad. They were dressed (if that's the right word) in tees, jeans, sandals and no socks. Stopped at the door by a haughty guardian of Monte Carlo sensibilities they were told they were not fit to enter. My kid said all they wanted was to get a " gaming chip for my dad." The guardian looked them over--told them to stay put, left and returned a few minutes later with a cheque which he gave to them. It remains one of my favorite.