Stephen H.

Thistledown is awesome because you go there and it is in this ratty part of town that you only go to if someone you know is dying at South Pointe Hospital and there it is. An oasis with horses and a grille and you can gamble and even gargle with watered down liquor. When a race ends you can just yell out something like just drop the f-bomb really loud and no one will blame you or judge you. It can be cathartic even if you didn't bet on any of the horses. Horses that run is awesome just ignore the dicks riding them with the whips. They're not really whips that hurt. Little man disease. I'm no little man. Here's the food review you yelpers: at the grille order the 'hillbilly hamburger' with double the meat. It's a three quarter inch ( 3 + inches if you double down) of bologna that is fried in grease on the flat top. Nothing else but that and the bun. Are you kidding me? It is the best food in the whole world and no matter what, it makes me want to hate everything else in the whole world and only go to thistledown and only eat this. maybe fries or chips. and bet on horses and drink liquor and live in the apartments across the street and die at South Pointe with a heartless arabic doctor yawning at my demise. Don't forget the coupons if you drive there and park. That's trifecta money, frankie! If you walk, careful crossing the street, those amg mercedes blow out of the hospital staff parking lot and don't slow down for you or me. Horses run as fast as they can every time and they never get lazy or forget what they're there for.