I went to a burger and beer place around the corner from the hotel. I had a burger with sriracha and jalapeños. It was very delightful --the perfect ratio of sriracha to burger. I would recommend the joint even though the bartender kept referring to Kona beer as "Konig." What can I say . . . we're a long way from Hawaii. I walked a little bit afterward. I did actually go onto one of the casino riverboats to check it out, but was inside for less than five minutes. I felt like a record scratched when I walked in. All the old folks turned and stared at me like I forgot to wear pants or something. The smell of cigarette-stained carpets and desperation filled the air, so I used the restroom and promptly left.
I walked around a little bit more along the banks of the Mississippi, but soon got cold and headed back to the hotel. From what I've seen, it's not a bad little town. I mean - I can't speak for the other three towns, but Davenport seems alright other than the cigarette-stained desperation along the river, but that is the nature of casinos. I've never been terribly hip to the casino scene, but I liked the idea that it was on a boat. It's not nearly as cool as it sounds. I was picturing bearded Kenny Rogers-like personas sitting around a card table drinking whiskey, but it was just overweight white people with an addiction to tobacco and (I can only assume) gambling.