So, I'm sitting here in Las Vegas, with a case of LA disease. Thanks to the Garden Buffet at the South Pointe. One good thing that'll come out of this - I'll drop some significant weight before the new year even starts.
So, what's the LA disease you're probably wondering ...
It's a term I either coined or picked up and use whenever I eat something that ends up giving me the runs. Or in other words - liquid ass. Some even call it the stomach flu. Whatever the case, it's like that line goes from that one movie ... I'm a stomach flu away from my target weight.
Anyway - my Las Vegas family, party of 10 arrive and surprisingly only have to wait 47 minutes to be seated. There were a lot of large parties in front of us, including a party of 20. Not too bad - their staff shuffled empty tables around like you move blocks around in Tetris.
The wait staff was pretty good too. Thus the one star. Our server didn't write drink orders down but remembered them correctly brought them out quickly. She was also clearing plates and making some small talk. I didn't ask her name but she provided good service.
But the food ... or what I'm referring to as the food.
I had one plate. Not even a full plate. It wasn't that I wasn't hungry, because I can always eat. I had a scoop of two different seafood dishes - a large slab of rare Prime Rib and a few slices of roasted turkey. I could have gotten sick off anything but it's not the point - I didn't like the dishes nor the rest of what was offered, so I didn't grab anything else except a slice of Banana Cream Pie and some Soft Serve.
It was my first visit to this property and likely my last. This stomach ailment will pass just like I'll pass on eating at this place ever again.