I'll start by saying I have never been to a fancy Vegas buffet, ever. The best buffet I've had the pleasure of stuffing myself silly at is Tomi Seafood Buffet in Northern California... so, I really have nothing to compare Wicked Spoon to.\n\nAfter enduring two weeks of rigorous diet and exercise (gotta fit into them dresses), I was able to enjoy a trip to Las Vegas for a friend's belated 21st birthday. Partying all day and all night meant there wasn't much time for meals, so my friends and I mostly resorted to picking up overpriced salads at the little market in our hotel (Vdara). You can only imagine my excitement when I woke up Sunday morning, knowing that we were going to go ALL OUT. My stomach was going to hate me, but I didn't even care.\n\nOnce we checked out of Vdara, we left our luggage with the valet and walked over to the Cosmopolitan, which is where WS is located. It was a little difficult to find at first considering how large the Cosmopolitan is, but with the help of an employee, we were well on our way to a well-deserved meal!\n\nBut wait, not yet. After paying (~$35 for lunch), we had to wait in line for half an hour, which I suppose isn't so bad. Thankfully, my friends and I weren't too hungover from the night before, so the wait was bearable.\n\nWhen we finally got seated, everyone suddenly adopted an \"every woman for herself\" mentality and went our separate ways towards the food. Oh, the FOOD. There was so much of it, and I became overwhelmed. How many plates should I grab? One? Five? I decided to start with two. I piled on as much food as I could onto my plates, and speed-walked back to the table to get my grub on. My stomach was so eager, so ready. I'm not even sure how I had the patience to take pictures.\n\nI ended up devouring a total of five plates. Woo! Some of the noteworthy dishes included the eggs benedict, fried chicken, prime rib, shepherd's pie, and a strange watermelon dish that was surprisingly good. Oh, and of course, the desserts. Dear lord. It was magnificent. Although I was disappointed because there were no macarons in sight...\n\nTo be honest, by the fourth plate I was forcing the food into my mouth. You know when your stomach says no, but your taste buds just can't get enough? Yup, that's exactly it. Thanks to Wicked Spoon and my lack of self-control (also Earl's, but I'll write about that later), I went into a 24-hour food coma that nearly resulted in my death. Too much... too much.\n\nNext time, it'll be Bacchanal!