Playground of the South, Redneck Riviera, whatever you call it, Harrah’s Gulf Coast is the place to be if you’ve got your pooch in tow (and even if you don’t). Not to mention good food and finally finding a bartender who can make a Cosmopolitan as good as my Dad’s. In only three nights, we managed to catch a lighted boat parade that cruised right past the hotel, a Christmas arts and crafts festival, and a holiday open house. Not because of the weather but because of the season. Turns out it was the perfect time to head to Biloxi. The ball got dropped, and then it was football season and we were left trying to find an away game weekend. I reached out to the marketing department but the hotel was just beginning a major renovation that wouldn’t be completed until late spring. That alerted me to the fact that this was someplace Henri and I needed to go. We actually started planning our trip to Harrah’s about a year ago when some girlfriends of mine were there trouble-making and saw a dog.
Fortunately, I was able to make a reservation at Harrah’s Gulf Coast Casino in Biloxi and spend a whole weekend Christmas’ing on the gulf coast. I’d call it Heaven but let’s face it, if it were really Heaven, I might not have gotten in right away. There’s a dog-friendly casino on the beach where the oysters are fresh and the Yeungling is cold. A view of Harrah’s from the Schooner Pier Complex
