Complaint Review: Palm Beach Kennel Club

    This past time that I visited the poker room will definitely be the LAST time I will ever set foot in that God-forsaken place ever again. Poker dealers do NOT use the standard rules of poker, nor do they have any poker etiquette!  I should've known something wasn't right from the moment I sat down at the table. I went to play $5-$10 no limit Texas Hold 'Em, and I bought in fore a mere $300. However, everyone at the table had well over $3,000 in chips. I'm an idiot for even sitting down at this table. 

    As I'm watching to see how everyone is playing, I soon come to realize that the Haitian guy sitting to my right keeps speaking in Creole. He's talking out loud at the table, so loud that 5 tables down could hear his ugly language. On top of it, his breath was the worst breath I've ever smelled in my life. It smelled like he collected fresh piles of dog crap, threw them all in a blender, and chugged it down. It was so bad, I couldn't concentrate on playing. I then decided to ask him nicely to go brush his teeth. The man got so upset, he started lashing out at me and cursing at me in Creole. He even put a curse on me! I decided to try to just ignore him for the remainder of the night, although I had to ask to wear a mask because I could not stand to smell his breath any longer.

    As the night progressed, I had barely played any hands. The ones I did play, I won very little. I noticed after tipping the dealer after every win, he never even said "thank you". I also noticed that the Haitian guy with the bad breath had played EVERY hand since I sat down... and lost! HE would re-buy back in for $500 bucks every time. This guy had to be at leadt $6,000 in the hole. He was calling "all-in" with absolutely nothing, I didn't understand it. 

    Finally, I was the big blind and I was holding pocket Kings. The entire table called the initial $10 blind, so when it came back around to me, naturally, I raised to $75. The entire table folded except, of course, the Haitian guy who calls every hand no matter what. The flop comes out... J, 8, 3, all different suits. The Haitian guy checks the flop, and shows what he has to the guy next to him (something you're not supposed to do, however the dealer allows it). Holding my pocket Kings, I feel there's a 90% chance I have the best hand, so I go all-in with $245 to at least protect my initial raise. Without hesitation, the Haitian guy calls me immediately. Now, when two people go all-in, proper etiquette is to turn both hands face up, and then run out the remainder of the board, however, at Palm Beach Kennel Club, I guess rules are thrown out the window. So I turned my cards face up, revealing my pocket Kings, and he kept his face down. 

    After asking the dealer "doesn't he have to turn his cards up?", the dealer responded with "he can do whatever he wants." So, the dealer then turned over the turn card, revealing a 2 of diamonds. All of a sudden the Haitian guy stands up, crosses his fingers, and starts praying in Creole so loud the entire poker room could hear him. He's still keeping his cards face-down on the table. At this point, I have no clue what he possibly could have. I was thinking maybe pocket Queens, or pocket 10's perhaps. 

    Finally, the dealer turns over the river card, revealing a 7 of spades. "YES!!!!", the Haitian screams! He immediately turns over his cards, revealing he's holding 7,3 off-suit. "Gimme my sh*t!", he orders for the dealer to toss the chips over to him, as the dealer starts shoving all of the $500 plus dollars over towards his direction. The Haitian guy starts running around the table celebrating the whole time as if he was Kirk Gibson rounding the bases in the 1988 World Series! All of a sudden, everyone in the entire poker room, including the dealer, stood to their feet celebrating and cheering him on, giving him a standing ovation!

I couldn't believe it! Totally inappropriate! After he "rounded the bases" and received his standing ovation from his fanclub cheering him on, he got right in my face and said "In your face!", with his breath wreaking right through my mask. It was the most disgusting behavior I've ever seen out of a poker player. Here was a man who just burned through well over $6,000 in cash in a matter of an hour, yet he is now celebrating over a $500 pot win as if he had just won the World Series. What a complete joke!

    "Is this really necessary? Can we move on?", I said to the dealer, who was still standing giving the Haitian guy a continuous round of applause, however now crying with tears of joy. I couldn't take this place any longer. I stood up to leave, and immediately after the dealer yells "Oh, where's the SORE LOSER going?!" He then grabbed the megaphone that was under his desk and used it to scream "Hey everyone! The sore loser can't take a loss!" I don't know who it was, but someone started playing R.E.M.'s song "Everybody Hurts Sometimes" as I started to leave.

That sent all 400 plus people in the poker room into an uproarous laughter. To make matters worse, as I headed quickly for the exit, everyone began singing the NBA playoffs song when a team is just about to be eliminated from the playoffs... "Na na na NA! Na na na NA! Hey hey hey! GOOD-BYE!", all in perfect unison. They repeated it over and over again, waving their arms above their head in a "Good-bye" motion. "Na na na NA! Na na na NA! Hey hey hey! GOOOOOD-BYYYYE!", they repeated louder each time, as more and more people joined in. I have never been so humiliated in my entire life! 

    To add insult to injury, I finally got out to my car to see that someone had spray-painted in giant block lettering the word "DEGENERATE" in all capital letters across both sides of my car. I made the report to nearby security, and all he did was laugh hysterically. "Well, you ARE a degerate!", he said. I made sure I peeled out in the parking lot as I left, and I vowed to never return! COMPLETE RIPOFF THAT PLACE IS!!!