The only thing I remember about my last visit to the Horseshoe casino in Hammond, IN was the passed out guy who had wet himself. He was slumped on a bench by the parking garage escalators. I'm pretty sure I lost some money, and the casino was as dumpy (or dumpier) as its Gary counterparts, but the 60 year old mill worker that had pissed through his work jeans stuck with me more than anything else. That was 10 years ago, and I vowed never to return. That changed today.
When the top of my Pepsi came off as I went for sip, soaking my lap, I thought of that pee drenched fellow from a decade ago. I hoped my assumed accident wouldn't turn future gamblers away. But today I could have smeared a melted Hershey bar on the rear of my trousers and people would have had no problems sidling up to me if it meant getting into the new $550 million casino.
The Horseshoe's website says the opening of the new and improved casino is slated for August 8th (8-8-08). Today was their "soft" opening. I've never understood this "soft" terminology. These things are always more rough. The past few days have been no exception. This opening was supposed to have been this weekend, a minor construction accident pushed it back to Monday. More gaffes pushed it back to today. I'd heard the opening would be noon, but when I arrived at 12:30 a security guard told me gambling wouldn't start until 3. The inspectors were running late.
Talk amongst the people waiting for the elevator was when was this thing opening? Noon? Three? Today? Tomorrow? 8-8-08? A yellow helmeted construction worker shrugged, "I don't know why they're not letting you on."
There are four restaurants on the second floor, just the grill was open. I got a cheeseburger and the infamous lose-lid soda. Watching the throngs of people flow from the parking garage, and waiting for my cargo pants to dry, I wondered if our economy is really that bad. Hundreds of people have enough disposable income and time to wait around for three hours so they can dump a few bucks into a Top Gun slot machine.
If you don't like the design of the pavilion you can blame Steve Wynn. There are hints of the Bellagio and Wynn. A lot of mellow toned wood and funky light fixtures.Yet there's also a striking similarity to the Forum Shops at Caesars Palace - makes sense since that's a Harrah's property. The Jack Binion Steak House is on the third floor and shares the same view as the buffet a floor below: Overlooking a beach, that was packed on this 90-degree July day. Despite the gray steel mills looming behind, it looked inviting.
The friendly Horseshoe staff gave out water, cookies, and updates on when cards would be in the air. The crowd grew exponentially larger as three o'clock approached. It never got unruly or unpleasant, but I felt uncomfortable. Nothing could be worth this wait.
I left around 2:15. I didn't feel like standing shoulder to shoulder with people who were more concerned with tossing dice than if I had pissed myself. Besides the beach looked a lot more fun.