The Buffet at Treasure Island:

The last morning of Alex’s bachelor weekend in Las Vegas the whole gang went to Treasure Island’s Buffet . The last time I was in Vegas was when Miles Simon and Mike Bibby won the college basketball national championship. The Treasure Island at this time had the pirate show out front and I remember the buffet being bad. Since then they have dropped the pirate show, changed their name to TI, and the food has not improved. 

The decision to go to The Buffet was made because some members of our group had a discount coupon. I strongly objected in my head, but didn’t feel it was my place to vocalize those objections. I didn’t want to take on 15 plus people, especially if they were getting a discount. So I dove in head first like Nick Pappagiorgio at the craps table in Vegas Vacation. I punished that buffet until it punished me back. 

The pictures speak for themselves. They served worse than mall food court renditions of “ethnic” food from around the world. The “orange chicken” seemed to be everyone’s favorite. For some reason I went back five times for more food. I couldn’t stop. I think I felt compelled to get my thirty dollars worth. 

When it was all said and done I walked to the 15 passenger van in 110 degree heat feeling like I needed to have c section to save me from the mass of food in my stomach. The eight hour car ride back to Los Angeles allowed me plenty of time to listen to my stomach digest the meal. Most everyone in the group agreed the food was disgusting.

Buffets are a dicey game because there selling point is quantity. Quantity often means compromising quality. Vegas is a dicey game because it too sells quantity. In a town where quantity trumps quality every day I think you would be hard pressed to find a good buffet in Vegas unless you were shelling out serious bucks. I won’t be doing that unless someone else is picking up the tab. I also will now speak up before 15 people, including myself, are about to make a bad decision.