Often promoted as the best buffet on The Strip, there was only one way to see if claim was actually true.
After a 30-minute wait, I was ushered to a seat near the crab legs--hopefully a good omen as they are a favourite.
Overall, there is a huge variety of dishes all under one roof but the quality was not consistent.
The salad bar was surprisingly light and included preselected green salads ready to go. The finger potato concoction was an interesting variation in presentation.
The tiger prawns were very large and just cool enough, yet the sauce had very little bite. The first oyster of my life only reminded me why I had, er, shucked, them before; other patrons seemed to find them totally acceptable.
The absolute highlight of Round 1 was the Beijing Duck; the accompanying broad noodles were thick and rich. Curiously, the cheddar cheese squares were disappointingly hard. The other annoyance was the couple at the next table where the man seemed more interested in a phone conversation than his girlfriend or his food.
The biggest disappointment of Round 2 was the Wagyu beef, which had to be abandoned after the second bite due to jaw-breaking toughness--sadly a growing trend in fine dining these days. The more traditional potato salad was just OK--nothing remarkable. The perfectly cooked meatballs and tomato sauce were both tasty and filling.
It fell to the Italians to fill the gap with a delectable Campano pasta dish, four-cheese pizza (appropriately gooey) and a very acceptable take on Mac and Cheese.
Sadly, the huge line-up at the seafood area left slim pickings for the crab legs.
With no cherries in sight on the extensive dessert island, I opted for and elk slider, which was maddeningly as dry as the side of chow mein.
Clearly not the “best” but with enough selection to not completely disappoint any diner.