I am not sure why, but something about the flashing lights and glitz of a casino just draw me to it like a moth to a flame. I keep my pockets tightly sewn though, so my only visits to the casino are strictly to enjoy the buffet. More often than not, they are on the spot: the prime rib has always been delicious (if sometimes not a little fatty), and the accompanying dishes are up to par. The dessert selection is extensive, and the chocolate fountain is a marvel. They also offer free UFC events which make for a timely distraction: nothing helps me digest another round of overindulgence quite like brawny naked men grappling and sweating on each other.