I have a confession: I am not a foodie.
Foie gras does not make me weak in the knees.
It is only recently that I have developed a taste for cheese (and it’s got to be really bougie cheese at that) and steak (same deal … has to be super good). Hell, to be quite honest, other than on pizza, I can really do without dairy in my life. Oh. And ice cream.
Fortunately, just because I’m not a Foodie does not mean that I can’t appreciate good food. And, just because I won’t eat certain delicacies, doesn’t mean I can’t read the momentary bliss someone else experiences when rolling something delicious on their tongue. After all, I live in Las Vegas, where the number of celebrity chef restaurants and five-star dining trumps the cheap food on The Strip.
And, while I’m confessing, here’s another one: I don’t do buffets. Well, I do, but not often. I have never really grasped the concept of a buffet. To me, it’s Spend Money to Stuff Your Face Until You Nearly (or do) Vomit. These button-undoing feasts simply leave me overwhelmed and stressed at the mere thought of consuming, what I would consider, my money’s worth of food.
So, when I pitched writing a story on the Buffets in Las Vegas to HostelWorld, I knew I had my work cut out for me. It had been years since I had been to a Las Vegas buffet, so the task at hand was pretty huge.
And seriously tasty.
Thankfully, Las Vegas is packed with some seriously good (and some affordable) buffets.
When I had the opportunity to visit Wicked Spoon at my favorite property in Las Vegas, The Cosmopolitan, I knew I had to prepare myself for what awaited.
But, in reality, I had no idea what I was walking in to.
My good friend, Katie (we met in Bosnia, traveled Croatia together and have stayed in close touch), was bopping in to Las Vegas for a few days before heading to become and ex-Pat in China. The timing couldn’t have been better. A story due on buffets, and dining experiences being scheduled at Wicked Spoon and The Buffet at ARIA. Suddenly, Katie was going to be treated to some seriously fine buffet eats, a perfect send-off to China, foodgasm style.
What went down? Well, that’s another story.
2 Comments on "The Las Vegas Foodgasm: An Introduction"
YAY!! I was so proud when you starting eating cheese that one night at Morel’s. Yeah!! You are a true traveler now — ready to try anything.
When I studied abroad in Spain I didn’t eat red meat. Now I can’t live without Spanish jamon. Life is funny.
I’ve come so far!! Haha. I only wish I liked cheese when I was in Europe. I would have been a much cheaper date. I didn’t like a lot of red meat either — until the jamon!! Sooo good with a little olive oil, salt and tomato spread. Mmmm. Breakfast bliss!!!