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| - I was hoping for amuse-bouche, but instead I got big little bowls of bleh. If you want to sell food for more money, you give it a fancy name, and people will perceive it as delicious, because it's expensive. But remove the pricing from your perception, and this buffet is just another pile of food you can get anywhere else.
We went Saturday at 6pm and the line was surprisingly short. The waitress was very friendly and the table was cleared often, until the end when we went for dessert and the dinner plates never left, even for the half hour we sat talking over coffee. But these things do not go into my rating, because I went there for the food, after seeing enough friends posts on Facebook that this place rules.
Unfortunately, I was underwhelmed. For this kind of money, I would rather go to Paris, Wynn, Bellagio, Mirage, or even Yama Sushi for AYCE.
I was frustrated with the tapas-style portions of food, because I don't want eight gnocci in a bowl of lamb sauce -- let me pick out one noodle to taste first and then I'll decide if I want a whole serving. I don't want a cup of fries to go with my fish n chips -- I just want a piece of fried fish. So many things I wanted just a taste, but were only served in portions that meant a table full of wasted food. Am I the only weirdo who walks around the buffet first gathering literally ONE BITE of things, and then I go back to get more of what I liked?
We finally figured out the key is to share the first round of bowls with the whole table, so everyone gets a taste and then goes to get what they liked for themselves.
The second frustration was that things kept running out. My friends would bring back dishes, I'd go up to get some, and they were gone. I never saw the prime rib, and the pork shoulder I got instead had five-spice on it, which I loathe. The crab was served in open shells, which probably explains why it was so watery and void of flavor. The sushi was grocery store quality. The bone marrow tastes like something my grandma would scrape out of her cast iron skillet before doing dishes. It's funny how people run out of fancy ideas, so they circle back around to the garbage that used to be fit for peasants and leftovers, and they call it a triumph with a new price tag. Chopping a dozen cherry tomatoes in a bowl with a crust of bread is a sad version of cheap-old bruschetta, and left me with a bowl of tomatoes to deal with when the bread ran out two bites in.
The best thing in the dessert area was the blood orange gelato, so sweet and tart. The red velvet cookies were also lovely. But there were no macaroons, my favorite thing on this planet, so I was super bummed the rumor turned out false.
We stuffed ourselves sick, and then enjoyed walking the Cosmo's hallways of beautiful art and people. It's such a great property, but the buffet falls short of those otherwise excellent standards.
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