When Ian Fleming penned James Bond's Casino Royale in Estoril it was definitely not inspired by the relatively modern carbuncle that infests Estoril today. Cavernous, mostly vacant, cheap, nasty, smoky (smoking permitted) and hopeless are some of the least offensive descriptors. Table game lovers with any sense of taste and style avoid at all costs.
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