In my mind, no trip to Sin City is worth it without committing the sin of gluttony. There are many outlets for said gluttony, but none better than one of the city’s amazing buffets. And perhaps there is no better buffet than the Bacchanal Buffet at Caesar’s Palace. As an added bonus, for brunch they throw bottomless mimosas on top of their mess of food. And what a beautiful mess of food it is. The place is simply huge, with each station being big enough to house an entire buffet at any lesser establishment.
I kicked things off at the American station, loading up my plate with a mini burger, loaded baked potato, mini chicken and waffles, bacon, roast beef, and mac and cheese. I’m not sure where to begin with describing these, but just know that each bite was better than the next with the mac and cheese being the champion of the plate. Of course, as one who tries to get the most out of buffets I am usually against carbolicious foods like pasta, but these creamy, cheesy, gooey mac and cheese was just too good.
Next I made my way to the seafood. And by seafood, I mean crustaceans, because just like carbs it is silly to fill up on anything less than the filters of the sea. I snagged some king crab legs, lobster claws and crawfish, which is far less than I got at the American table. This was not because I was slowing down, but simply the knowledge that I would rather spend stomach space elsewhere. All tasted as it should, and all tasted even better dipped in the melted butter.
Then I set sights on Asia, which was a sizable station. I was happy to see that Bacchanal had not simply settled for Japanese or Chinese, but had influences from all over East and Southeast Asia. I snagged some dim sum, kung pal chicken, roast duck and a couple of curries from Thailand and Malaysia. Note that I wasted no time or stomach on rice, because, I mean, come on.
I went south of the border next, snagging a carne asada taco and some chips with guacamole. At this point, my stomach was beginning to reach its capacity and my portions became much smaller. The tortilla and carne were heated up on a rotating griddle and I topped mine with an avocado salsa. It was a delight, as was were the chips, which were some high quality shit. Plus, the guac was just the way I liked it, with no tomato or onions to be found.
I finished my meal off not with dessert, but with a plate of cured meats, cheeses and small slice of watermelon. Per usual, I had no need for anything too sweet and with the small amount of space I had left I could think of no better filling. The cheeses were delicious, as were the meats because it’s really just hard to go wrong with such things.
The Bacchanal Buffet elevated the buffet game in my mind and stomach. I’ve had my fair share of Vegas buffets, but I never left feeling more satisfied than this. At no point did I feel as though a dish was offered simply to check an item off. No, everything was carefully cultivated and prepared with the eater in mind. All of this does come with a price, but when you consider that my body spent the next 12 hours converting my food into me as opposed to begging me for another meal, it was worth the price and then some.
