It's Friday night at 10 p.m., and about a dozen people sit at two green-felt-topped tables at the Camelback Card Club when John Schnaubelt walks in. He's a large guy in his mid-40s and would have been noticeable even if he hadn't stared at the players and said, "Hello, ladies and gents!" in a suspiciously loud,... More >>>
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Fernando's Room (a.k.a. the Bosnian Social Club) at Northern and 34th avenues, has blacked-out windows that obscure the card tables inside.