There are no chips. Deposit cash in a slot, receive a coupon to be redeemed at the cage. No fills. No floor approval of buy-ins or cash-outs.
Want to institute a new side-bet? No felts to replace, no dealer training. The dealers are robots. (And how long before that is LITERALLY true?)
Finally, the demographics of all table games is trending older every day. Analog games like craps and blackjack are not drawing the younger crowd, who have grown up using a digital device / video to interact with the outside world for every interaction there is.
Crotchety member of the younger crowd checking in.
So I gave this a shot at the Venetian recently and have severely mixed feelings. Rules there are 5$min, 6:5, CSM, DAS, NRSA but I'm fairly certain you can split other cards up to four hands, includes Royal Match and Pair Plus (or some extremely similar variant) sidebets. Was pretty much nice and quiet (frankly, reminded me of that old Downtown Grand thread where people were discussing 'slogans' they could use...) in the daytime hours; primetime... less so, if you sat in front of a bunch of stereotypical British footballers (think English fratboys). Daytime dealer was sedate; nighttime tried to incorporate an energetic group atmosphere. Machines are equipped with USB chargers and drink service was fairly prompt. (Based on her tray, people playing those machines are nigh nonexistent tippers.)
There's a live camera feed that you can view the dealt cards from on a larger screen or in the corner of your terminal... and I have to say, that people play insanely here. One hand, which particularly stuck out as memorable to me, involved 44vT... tracing the dealt cards backwards, somebody actually split that to three hands, and, given the order of cards, that was the only way to win.
What leaves me really mixed on this is that, despite the fairly bad rules (...about as bad as you can get, really. What else can they do, D10/11 only, BJ-even money, ties lose?), I actually rather like the plodding pace and that nobody* cares that I'm sitting there reading on my phone while everybody else does their own thing. Admittedly, the positive feelings are augmented by the fact that it's the only expletive game of BJ I've been able to win on all week (how on earth do you end up down 60 units in two and a half hours flatbetting a 3:2 DD S17 game?). As a result, I learned that there is actually a limit to the amount of money you can keep on the machine before a floor manager has to come by (and, in this case, actually be like 'What did you do!?'), so... cash out early. Unfortunately, the sedate atmosphere I prefer runs contrary to the intended design so take it with a grain of salt.