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| - The only thing missing from this buffet is a slightly eccentric candy factory owner donning a top hat and cane with small orange people running around doing his bidding.
Seriously, dessert is the name of the game around here. Too bad my booze soaked stomach and affinity for salty food led me straight to the Asian counter first, where I stuffed myself full of sushi, fried calamari, chow mein, broccoli beef, Korean bbq, and a myriad of random gourmet offerings I saw on the way back to my table. I then proceeded to walk towards the omlet station, where something so seductive and indulgent caught my eye that I couldn't look away. A giant, industrial sized, silver bowl of freshly fried bacon lay steaming in front of me, and would eventually be my demise. Of course, I still tried the duck confit ravioli, the prime rib, and the honey goat cheese pizza, but after that bacon I was so stuffed it wasn't the same. When I finally realized I had enough room for dessert, I meandered over to the desert area where I proceeded to become confused. Am I still in the buffet, or did I wander into some kind of gelato shop/bakery? Well, judging by the gentleman carrying away a plate piled the size of a football helmet with dainty little desserts, I'm guessing I'm still in the buffet. Carrot cake, chocolate lava cake, brownies, cookies, chocolate and lemon mousse shots, donuts, and an entire gelato station are just a few of the desserts offered here. And what's more, the desserts were actually good! So my advice to someone going here for the first time-- have dessert first because it's their best offering! Also, for those of you who do not have a pounding hangover when you roll in here, they offer unlimited mimosas for around $9/ person. And trust me, they are truly unlimited. A group of about 15 Texas A&M students at the table next to us had a pyramid of close to 100 empty mimosa glasses stacked in the center of their table.
This buffet is very good, but at $40/ person it is a bit pricey. Still, if you like the ambience of the Cosmopolitan and want to eat ridiculous quantities of food that would normally be served on small white plates in stuffy little bistros, this is a cool spot.
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