Anthony Curtis’ weekly column for Seven magazine.
July 21, 2011
Once upon a time, foosball tables in Las Vegas were like the buffalo. You could find one anywhere—the Tap House, PT’s, Pink E’s. I don’t know what happened, but I can tell you that real foosball tables today are all but extinct. Yeah, I know there are “foosball tables” scattered all around the Cosmopolitan. But those aren’t real tables. Those are toys.
A “real table” means the Tornado brand. They’re big and bawdy, and the balls you play with are scuffed so you can “toe” ’em (if you know how). There’s usually a dedicated light fixture hanging above, and sometimes a rail where you can set your beer. Real foosball, man!
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