Oh, the food was good enough but when I got up from my table to seek out a waffle - I was behind Mr. Foreign National (we won't guess at which country) who apparently had never seen a waffle before and was just standing there like Bambi in the Headlights. Well, eventually he moved on (everyone in line was hitting their plates with their silverware like in a bad Edwin G. Robinson jailhouse scene) and I was able to grab a waffle. But by the time I returned to my table - it had been given to Miss 500-pound Bowling Lady and my orange juice and coffee had been cleared away. Not good restaurant etiquette! The waiter apologized and got me to a nearby table but Miss Bowling Queen never said sorry.

I tried a buffet Prime Rib on another evening - it sat "heavy" in my stomach overnite. Didn't get sick but not real pleased with it either. Only thing that kept me going was the thought that MAYBE it had been cut from Miss Bowling Lady. Yaaahhh! Las Vegas is not the place to eat raw oysters or prime ribs. Stick with sticky waffles, if you can get 'em.