That’s OK though, we weren’t looking for tribal history.  My wife and I went just for dinner, possibly a drink, and a little window shopping at the on site mall.

My chief complaint however, is that the casino smells like ass.

I’m assuming this isn’t by design, since it’s fairly rare for a business to intentionally want to make their space smell like stale farts.   But the problem is that the entire casino, even the smoke free casino, smells of stale cigarette smoke.  Stale cigarette smoke in turn, smells like butt.

I’m not an expert on the scent of derriere, but I can assure you, the place reeks.   It’s noisy as all get out, as all casino’s are but the smell is something you wind up taking home with you.  The only place that didn’t reek of smoke was the area around Todd English’s restaurant, Tuscany, which instead greeted it’s customers with the chlorinated stench of the indoor waterfall.  Given their prices, you’d think you could have a meal without a complimentary side of chlorine.

The trip wasn’t all bad.  There’s a Starbucks, so I was able to get coffee, which my faithful readers will know is good for everyone.   Over near the Chihuly sculpture there are these gorgeous beaded mural panels adorning the ceiling.   And for the most part, the buffet (to be pronounced boo-fay for maximum effect) wasn’t too horrible, though a little pricey at 16.00 per person.   Oddly, the one thing the unwashed masses don’t have ready access to is the soda dispenser, which is probably the least expensive thing served in the ‘restaurant’.

So I’d like to offer my suggestion for a name change to just throw it up front.   Perhaps they could just call it “Mohegan Ass” so people know what sort of takeaway to expect.

Oh, and for those of you wondering, no, I didn’t get a chance to try out the zombie dancing they advertise as one of their activities for patrons, but maybe next time I can visit with a small posse and we can give it a try.  And no, that’s not Kristen Chenowith, but it is her understudy from Wicked.