While I normally associate the term "wicked" for my stereotypical Bostonian impressions, this spot has redefined the moniker for me. As my spoon not only became my best friend, but worst enemy. (An example when thinking with your gut, will lead to gluttonous amounts of regret)
On a much lighter note, this is a buffet fit for gods, not mere mortals. Located a few floors below us at the Cosmo, this meal set the tone for the rest of our trip: excess and a "say yes" attitude for everything. A perspective much required when you first visit The Strip.
Tip: Save room for dessert, lots of room, and pace yourself. If you fail to do so, just take a spa day upstairs. Your body will thank you later.