More of That Steicke Magic

I first met David Steicke in Macau. He plays a unique brand of poker in which he tank-looks-into-your-soul for four minutes and then calls with ace-high on a double-paired, straighting, flushing, high-card board. He is one of the few exceptions to my theory, "Tankers always fold." With Steicke, you're never really sure what you're going to get.

We ran into Steicke outside the hotel last night. He asked what we were up to, and I mentioned that we were trying to figure out where to go for a beer. A woman had taken the elevator to the lobby with us, and when one of the PokerNews crew asked her where we should go, she suggested "Los Angeles Cafe". I told Steicke that I immediately vetoed that suggestion, having read about the place on the internet. It's a hooker bar, and I don't mean a hooker bar in the sense that the Geisha Bar at the IP is a hooker bar. It's an entire multi-level club that is crawling with hookers whose services can be purchased for $40 a night -- and the men they attract.

"It's a bit seedy over there, isn't it?" remarked Steicke.

"It's a hooker bar," I replied.

Steicke didn't miss a beat. "Yeah, I suppose it is."

Maybe Steicke's been reading the same internet sites that I have. Maybe.