With all these amenities it has become a W&J hot spot and heavily visited attraction near Washington.
People really do love betting on horses during beautiful fall days, like today. The stunningly remodeled grandstand, with its beautiful tan columns is filled to capacity, even so, is the balcony overhead. The race is about to start now that the horses and riders are trotting behind the starting gate car as it passes the grandstands one final time before opening the gate. The patrons anxiously cheer for their horse in hopes it comes out the winner. Simultaneously, the announcer exclaims "And there they go!"
The race is one mile long and is quite possibly the fastest two minutes of anyone's life. The horse Overtime never made it out of the starting gate. Accordingly any tickets owners of Overtime did one of two things, curse the horse out or ripped up the tickets and threw them on the ground as the stormed out.
The crowd remains mostly silent through the first turn, but increases in noise as the horses separate after turn number one. "Not my Horse with the hole shot on the outside." At this instant a large eruption occurs from the crowd; Not my Horse is clearly the crowd favorite. People in the stand frantically look to find their horse and where it is located in the pack.
The horses round turn two with Not my Horse in the front, followed closely by Hello Lady, 3 lengths back is Mr. Wiggles, and 5 lengths back is the pack. The crowd grows in noise from a lot rattle to a load roar. Many patrons began to stand in anticipation of the end of the race.
As the horses come down the home stretch, Not my Horse begins to fall back. The crowd let out a painful sigh. Hello Lady takes the lead accompanied by and a loud hurrah from the crowd. "Coming strong from the outside, in the last 20 feet, is Mr. Wiggles! And Mr. Wiggles wins by a hair!" At this point the entire place in standing on their feet, arms raised high in the sky. A portion of crowd bellows out a low cry for Hello Lady to stay steadfast, which is drowned out by the other half's thunderous shouts. Hands fall to the grown along with faces and losing tickets. Yet the lucky few, the ones with the winning tickets, rejoice and are overjoyed. What an exciting two minutes.
First Person Narrative
26 beautiful long oval tables fill a large rectangular room, which is only accessible through a small back staircase, reminding me of a hidden basement poker room except with leather seats and a full private bar. The bartender offers you a drink, from behind the beautiful marble bar, as you pass by towards the tables. LCD televisions hang from every marble pillar, looping the day's top sports and drawing winners. The beauty of the place is stunning, but easily ignored when you in the zone.
There is little discussion done among the tables, everyone is busy thinking of pot odds and players' tells. Players surround the table with different backgrounds and different playing types. You can easily spot the sharks in the room; they are the ones with sunglasses on, nice collared shirts, and of course chip stacks that could but the bar ten times over.
The dealer keeps the game running quickly and mostly positive with their professionalism and smiles. Every once and a while an intimidating older man, dressed in a nice suit with a shiny name badge, will walk by the table and write on his miniature clip board. His face has the strictest of stern looks I have ever seen. I am sure you wouldn't smile if roughly 20 million dollars in chip was your responsibility. Attractive cocktail waitresses often stop by and ask if you would like a drink. Now a serious gambler would say no, but when it is on the house it is hard for a college student to pass that up.
Surprisingly I can't smell the lady's smoke floating off of her cigarette sitting across the table from me. It must be the pure oxygen they pump into the place that overpowers the smoke. Another shocker was the complete silence---there is no music playing, no top stories from the news, just the sound of chips being thrown around.Although big pot wins usually break the silence by short-lived celebrations that are often accompanied by cursing.
First Person Narrative
Narrative written by Geno McCourt based on an interview with Steve Berhin, Co-event Planner, on December 4, 2010
I started working for the Meadows Racetrack and Casino back in 2008, in the temporary building, as a security coordinator. When the new building was created in 2009 I was promoted to co-event planner. It's hard not to love my job; I get to meet great people and plan even better events. Nothing is more satisfying than planning a huge promotion and it going off without a hitch. Honestly there is there is something new and exciting going on here every day.
I am really excited about "Santa's $90,000 Cash Give Away." "This is a nice early Christmas gift where players are entered into a drawing where they can win up to $90,000 cash. The drawings take place every Saturday night at 10pm all December long." There is something about drawings and free cash that make people get excited. On days of big drawing the casino is packed with guests--everyone wants to go home the winner. On nights like that I can really feel the energy in the casino--it is remarkable.
"The Meadows Racetrack and Casino is truly a unique place. Where else can you get both year round harness racing and great table and slot games?" The staff and people here are extraordinary as well. The staff prides themselves on the quality of service to our great guests, which explains why we are the number one rated Casino. Our guests are friendly and always energetic too. Together these aspects make gamble at the Meadows the all-around best experience.
Hours of Operation
Casino open 24 hours a day, 7 Days a week.