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| - This place is the perfect definition of average in every way. Which begs the question "when in Vegas, why go average?" It's brimming with all your typical fixins' in a buffet, with tons of filler trough of corn, mash potatoes, bread, soups, and salads. And I can't help myself but to gorge on this stuff when I really should be doubling down on the expensive meats. Though even the expensive meats are average. Sure there's shrimp, beef, and even crab legs. But I swear that these creatures were at best average in life at the bottom of the ocean, spending most of the days watching Netflix, and still living in their parent's basement in their mid 30's. At least, based on taste, that's what I'm assuming. I won't lie, I went back for 2nds, 3rd, and 4ths. It's a buffet. You'll hate yourself more if you didn't.
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