God I love this place. From the design to the food, Todd English is my personal Lord and Saviour. Only thing wrong at times are the rowdy, tool-ish crowd of dudes in striped and flannel check shirts slamming down beer mugs and talking about how many girls they think/hope/ will probably not/ bed on their "wild weekend" on the Strip.
Skip all the sports stuff on TV if you are not a sports fan..go for the delectable and delicious and certain delirious inducing meats that will send any carnivore into a tizzy. Stopped off here first thing when after I checked into my hotel and it was on like Donkey Kong. Judging by the how good the carvery here is, you will leave very satisfied knowing you have participated in eating another innocent cow.
It's all about the carvery and this night Mr English's menu did not disappoint. WIfe and I shared the full pound of Beef Brisket with a side of fries with the truffle mayo. Friend got the ribeye steak. The beef was so tender and so expertly prepared I barely noticed the tools that night.