Las Vegas, is usually not the first place I think of when preparing for any amazing meal. Mainly because I don’t want to spend the national deficit to enjoy my meal. I understand that “lavish and plentiful” are the mantras of most of the establishments on the strip, but the buffet ritual has always been a mystery to me. In most of my experiences I have at some point been dragged, kicking and screaming, into a buffet and of course ruing my party members after the fact.
I see buffets as a trough, rather than a culinary experience. We all collectively stick our heads into the feedbag and consume everything until we are roughly double our initial body weight. How does one get the unique and delicate sensory pleasures from the quantity.
Wynn has some how solved this puzzle. The buffet itself is for brunch and like all good buffets there are endless rows of options, non of which at first glance seem unappetizing. White plates, good lighting, nice silverware, polite and timely wait-staff all seem to following the silent rhythm of the eatery. There is this sort of natural pace, like a ballroom dance that is going on all around me. I am enchanted to say the least.
On the food, which is why all three of you are reading this, there were not only excellent offerings and variety but an ingenious portion control system built into the display of excess. Excellent squid ceviche , smoked salmon, delicately rolled spicy tuna sushi, single serving eggs benedict and roasted meats were only some of the offerings on my plate.
The price tag was $40 for the champagne brunch, which was excellent I might add, there was an endless supply of mimosas that had a decently sweet alcohol added to it, the flavors of every dish there were precise, clean and fresh. There was no apparent overly oily texture to anything and with every countries favorite items available you could really take your time and enjoy a brunch from around the globe.
The beautiful thing about the portioning from the quiche to the waffles was the size. Nothing was too big. You could really have an expansive tapas like breakfast assortment and know exactly when you have had enough. There was no racing compulsion to consume everything I saw before me thanks to the presentation and execution of each dish.
I would gladly loosen a belt buckle to enjoy the offerings of the Wynn brunch anytime, and so should you.
Hungry man Zach