Let's just say your money isn't going to anything good if you play in one of those places.
The Manhattan one was poker only. Steel door with a camera, get buzzed into a second door where you talk to somebody and they only buzz you up if they recognize you.
The poker room had two nice tables and a little bar where you could buy drinks. TVs playing sports. Seemed to be Asian-run.
[edit] There was also one night I showed up to work only a few hours after the cops had raided the poker room, and they were just getting back up and running.
Thanks! I wish I'd say it's my daily driver, but I still work for money.
Seriously though, I think making clients happy still makes me happy, if I like what they're doing and I get to impress them a bit. I guess it would be more fun to be able to live only on passion projects, but I know I'm lucky even to be able to keep the hope alive and keep creating.
"Build what makes you happy..." is a darn good philosophy, btw.