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| - If I was a giant, and hungry, Buca would be my first stop in Las Vegas. The portions of Italian food at this restaurant teeter totter on the line of ridiculous. The dishes are meant for sharing, but seriously, a family of twelve couldn't even dent the spaghetti bowls. My friend Jackie had her cosmetology school graduation party here, and as a party of thirty, we definitely only needed to order about ten dishes. The food is tasty and all of the dishes are recognizable. The walls are lined with all sorts of trinkets and doodads to look at while you wait (even with a reservation, please believe you will wait at least thirty minutes) and has a real old school Vegas/Italian mobster feel. Never go on a weekend evening, it is too much to handle (think back to the party of forty) and the service is backed up to the point of turtle slow. But if you can get in on a weeknight, I suggest bringing an empty stomach!
Recommended entre: I'm a meatball girl, so I always go with meatballs and spaghetti
Recommended company: Your entire girl scout troop, or at least a group of four.
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