Off Track Betting Corporation

OTB is a staple of new york culture. Nothing attracts more degenerates, derelicts, junkies and desperate people than this place. The greatest part is, each branch has a distinct flavor and culture unique to it’s surrounding neighborhood. I’ve been to many, but this one in the heart of the heights is one that will always have a place in my heart. I spent many unemployed months in this place, trying to win enough money to support myself. The scene here is much like the neighborhood, predominately Dominican. Most of those, elder, retired or disabled.
The OTB itself is pretty standard, a wide open space with televisions lining every wall, and a ticket counter with a handful of booths. This OTB has the added bonus of a soda machine in the venue, plus it’s located inside the GW bus terminal, so there are other small stores right outside.
The staff of OTB is notoriously abrasive and unhelpful, and this branch is no exception. The good thing is, there are three ticket machines where you can buy your tickets so you don’t have to deal with the staff unless you need to cash out a winner. In the event you cash out a big winning ticket, walk straight for the door ignoring the GA dropouts and losers trying to sell you frozen TV dinners from their mothers freezer for a cut of your earnings.