De Jope Gaming & Entertainment

I thought Ho-​Chunk was bad, this is even worse.
Where do I start? When I walked in the place, I was greeted by a gross stench of smoke and welfare. The clientele here look like depressed, down on their luck dejected humps as the gamble away the months last welfare and social security dimes. I’m no stranger to the gambling hall, but I’ve never seen so many pajama clad people in one place. Bring back the gambling of old!!! What happened to looking like you could afford to drop a few?
The slots are tight… so tight that I’d have a better chance being seen on the town w/​Mila Kunis before winning anything here.
The staff is useless as a broken compass. When the changer machine broke, I waited for nearly an hour to be helped. When I finally did get service, the employee was as personable as my soiled undershorts. How about a smile? Smiles make us forget how bad we’ve just been spanked.
If you like good food, don’t eat here. The prices are insane, and the taste is even worse. I paid 8 dollars for a piece of fish that resembled a lightly breaded carp, 3 french fries and a salad smaller than my wallet was after 2 hours in this place. «Free» soda is available. The Pepsi should be called «brown water» since the Ho-​Chunk likes to skimp on the syrup.
Comps? Just like DeJope’s big brother… None.
DeJope «a little Vegas in Madison» It would have been cheaper to fly to Vegas where at least I could drink and play more than computerized slots. More like «a little taste of ghetto gambling in Madison.»