I liked the show. It reminded me of Perry Mason books, with the general setting of guys wearing suits, and torch singers in clubs.
My favorite line was Sky Masterson's (and I can't quite remember it): "Someday, somebody is going to show you a sealed deck of cards--straight from the factory--and bet you that he can make the Jack of Spades jump up and spit apple cider in your ear. Don't take that bet, or you're going to end up with an earful of cider."
I didn't quite like the ending; I wanted to see some evidence of the women changing to match the men. But they wouldn't really fit into that gambling world; I couldn't think of any resolution that would fit into the setting of that story.
I feel like reading some Damon Runyon now.
(It turned out that all our Sunday dinner guests had other obligations, so Sunday dinner didn't happen. But that was okay, because we weren't surprised by it. We grilled some steaks and had a nice evening together.)