I have one fun story left over from my last trip to Las Vegas. It happened in the Venetian poker room on my last full day in town. I started playing around 3:30. At the table next to mine was a blabber-mouth with a voice that carried great over the clack and murmur of poker chips and conversations. Everyone for three tables in all directions could hear everything this guy said.
I remember him going on for at least ten minutes about one of his fellow players being Canadian. He yapped about someone he once met from Canada and how it gets cold there sometimes. Yap, yap, yap, eh.
Luckily for my ear and bankroll (my stack was shrinking) I had to go over to the sports book to meet CK and F Train. They didn’t arrive right away, but I was ready for a break so I stayed in the sports book. Once CK arrived we chatted while we waited for F Train. In all I was away from the tables for for about an hour and a half.
When we get back to the poker room, I got seated immediately at the same table that I had left. This time I was facing in the direction of the loud mouth. It was no surprise that he was still running he mouth, but now his tone was different. He was angry and frustrated. It had something to do with a grilled cheese sandwich. He was calling the floor to ask how long it should take to get a sandwich. He wanted to know where the server who took the order had gone. He wanted the name of the cook. Basically, he wanted someone’s head on a platter. And a grilled cheese sandwich.
This went one of at least 15 more minutes. I could tell my entire table (who had been listening to this guy for over 2 hours were pretty humored by his frustration. I started making some cracks about the situation. I told my neighbor “I want to order a grilled cheese just to see if I can get mine before he gets his”, and “If I had a grilled cheese right now I would stand up and exclaim aloud that this was the best grilled cheese that I’ve ever eaten.” The whole table was into the act before long.
About this time I look over to the table with the loud mouth and noticed that he was in a big hand with his opponent all in and two-thirds of the loud mouth’s stack involved. Loud mouth was behind and did not catch up. Unbelievably, that shut him up. He silently grabbed a rack, loaded up his chips and faded away. Thus ended the first known instance of grilled cheese tilt. And the whole poker room quietly rejoiced.