My friend John, in town from New York for a few days, after a satisfying meal at Mon Ami Gabi, before a less than satisfying night at the gaming tables.

I came to grief over a seemingly invincible full house, head to head against a guy who made a better full house on the river, not before I had gone all-in, in full confidence that I was about to take down a monster pot.  He had called my all-in with his two pair, had me covered and left me felted.

Heartbreaking stuff, folks.