The entertainment was a Rolling Stones cover band. I started my Connecticut casino weekend by dropping in on a Friday rooftop party at Mohegan. My failure to get Timberlake tickets gave me unwelcome time to make these observations. Nearby men in their 30s, who looked like they stepped off the set of “Entourage,” filled the gaming tables while young women tugged at their micro skirts while they stumbled through the halls late at night after one libation too many.įoxwoods has more gambling space. There were seniors sporting cotton candy-textured coiffures robotically playing slots. Walking through both provided a fascinating look at human behavior. The effect of both casinos is the same: Alien spaces filled with busy patterned carpets, mesmerizing lights, and enticing electronic bleeting. It has 340,000 feet of gaming space, Mohegan only 300,000. Also, the endless maze of corridors connecting all the casinos, entertainment venues, and restaurants are so unwieldy that I suspect even Google Maps would have a difficult time navigating it all.įor someone looking simply to gamble, Foxwoods is the winner. It’s like a quilt stitched by a well-meaning but color-blind aunt. These new sections don’t aesthetically match. My initial impression of Foxwoods: It looked like a mall built in the late 1980s that underwent multiple expansions.

Her talon-like fingers furiously opened buttons over my objections as she sang “Mamacita, Donde Esta Santa Claus?” True story. For the past 10 years I’ve had incredibly memorable experiences there, such as the time Charo jumped me and tried to take my shirt off during her Christmas show.

I’ll confess that I am partial to Mohegan Sun.

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