"Strangely, my research adventure last weekend took us to two separate Indian casinos five hours' drive apart from each other, on the same day.
And so it was that I found myself sitting on Saturday in a food court in the Turning Stone Indian Casino in rural New York, a jarringly urban high-rise resort hotel and casino that towered above a green, undeveloped and relatively unpopulated country landscape. To my left an obese man in a "Hooters Las Vegas" T-shirt was aggressively massacring a pile of chicken wings. Behind me, a twentysomething girl was drinking a beer that she'd bought from the food court's ice cream stand. It did not appear to be her first beer for the day. It was 1pm." Get the Story: