NY Mirror  Gorging in gorgeous Atlantic City photo: Tropicana
(Atlantic City)  Like an old man with a new jockstrap, Atlantic
City is totally on the rise again. À la Las Vegas, the Jersey
resort's jazzed up casinos are not just for iron-lunged retirees
anymore—though those people are delightful, mind you—they've
also been attracting some further-from-extinction types and even
a few locals inspired by Celebrity Poker Showdown. To sample the
rebirth before it becomes the afterbirth, I was just sent down
by the Tropicana's non-gambling expansion, the Quarter, which is
a sprawling mass of boutiques, restaurants, an IMAX theater, a
magic store, and more restaurants. In fact, the food-engorging
there is so out of control that I now have a non-gambling
expansion myself.  At P.F. Chang's, I competed with Mary Kay
cosmetics salesladies to see who could down more wontons per
minute. (Alas, as the hands-down winner, I didn't get a pink
Cadillac.) The Sound of Philadelphia restaurant featured the
sound of me inhaling cra