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The ingredients for a promising if marginally dismal short story?
No, an intriguing cultural artifact from an otherwise potentially
humdrum commute. A snapshot of an exotic life worth reflection and a
flash of emotion. A micro-journey out of myself and into the
unknown. A brief adventure packed into the interstices of everyday
life. Long chided by family and friends for an overly developed (or
possibly just undisciplined) curiosity gene, I suggest that maybe we
should all be a little more alert, a bit more receptive to the
characters and stories which flit past our busy lives every day.
But a soap box is a lonely, drafty place, so my
flâneur's
manifesto is best shelved for another day. Instead let's unravel a
yarn less preachy and more compelling to other wandering souls!
Boasting over 300,000 square feet of gaming, The Mohegan Sun is first and foremost a casino. Their
website, MoheganSun.com, invites web surfers to "Come play" and
offers the ubiquitous snapshot of happy gamblers (winning perhaps?).
But this clever site seduces visitors with a dreamy audio visual
collage touting:
- Legendary events and entertainment (10,000 seats of pure
exhilaration)
- A sixty foot waterfall
- A 34 story luxury hotel
- A crystal mountain
- Over 30 distinctive shops
- Over 30 different dining options
It was this last bragging point that impressed me. I hadn't come to
The Mohegan Sun to gamble away my life savings or to attend the Cher
and the Village People concert. I was attending a three day trade
show which meant I spent most of my waking hours in the convention
center, dwarfed by over-scale architecture and dazzled with tens of
thousands of boating products and services being exhibited in the
40,000 square-foot grand ballroom.
Can you say "sensory overload"? I mean, the showroom was roughly the
size of an indoor soccer arena, and just about every inch was packed
with boating goodies for us to ogle and drool over. Come lunch time
and dinner time I was more than ready for some culinary escapism.
Among the thirty plus dining options available on-site at The
Mohegan Sun, three registered high enough on my gastronomic
barometer to be mentioned here.
The first evening, following the welcome cocktail party for marine
show guests, I made it off to the
Bamboo Forest
for a late supper. Featuring a virtually all-inclusive Asian menu
(Chinese, Thai, Vietnamese and Malaysian cuisine) and one delightful
Taiwanese waitress, the food was pleasing and the service memorable.
The interior of the restaurant was decorated a bit garishly – a bit
more stereotypical caricature than necessary – and the front is open
to a sea of slot machines blinking and whirring away, but the meal
was nonetheless pleasant. Ongoing banter with the witty server was
without doubt the highpoint of the evening. Her discourse was
engaging, peppered with humor and totally congenial.
Less affable and considerably less attentive, my waiter at Michael
Jordan's Steak House
Michael Jordan's Steak House (or
MichaelJordanSteakhouse.com) the next night was
nonetheless a good food and wine guide. (He admitted to working as a
wine salesman by day.) When at a steak house, eat a steak, he
reminded me, and recommended the dry-aged Kansas City strip. I
agreed and was rewarded with a sensational cut of beef, perfectly
cooked and admirably complemented with a well advised
Amarone. Michael Jordan's
menu claims that its meat is "the finest U.S.D.A. prime available;
hand selected for proper marbling and aged a minimum of four weeks
for flavor and tenderness." No doubt. But my crab cake appetizer
with frisée salad and caviar remoulade was also delectable, so
premium ingredients are apparently not the only explanation for
their palatable fare.
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