I own an acre of land not far from Watsonville, so I was up in the area on somewhat of a regular basis. But I never got up the nerve to go into Cesar's. Well, one day . . . I decided to give it a try. Same situation as you describe, Mr. Cahue (the owner) was dealing at a poker table in the rear. I stood for awhile until he asked me what I wanted. And I asked for ten of the red chips. "I'm not going to have any left," he groused. But he agreed to sell me five of those beauties. At another table in an anteroom, people were playing with the green chips but I didn't wander over there to ask for any. I was happy to have done what few people before me had, leave with a few chips.