Exhausted after a long day of tradeshow-ing, cab lines and not winning a million bucks. It's 8:30pm and we are in line waiting to get into the Wicked Spoon buffet. Hostess tells us the line shuts down at 9pm, food is taken away at 9:45. Dessert will be the last to go. Now things are getting interesting. Desperation breeds among ourselves but we have a common enemy to contend with: the Others. The other diners in line before us taking away our precious seconds to get in. \n\nDo we go or do we stay? Will we be able to get another restaurant that is still open? How long can we sustain ourselves before dropping dead from hunger? Some decisions are not made for man alone. \n\nWe stayed. \n\nAnd we got in. 9:01PM. Take that, Vegas odds. \n\nNaturally we all split up, focused now. Desperate, but intent. I grab two plates. Skip the pasta and carbs, who are we kidding? This guy knows the drill. Crab legs and chunks of sashimi. Pass on the California rolls. Bone marrow? Don't mind if I do. Grab a chunk of fudge from the dessert bar to give me buffeting-energy. Load up on fresh fish, truffle-potatoes win me over. Finally the carving station: Tri-tip, prime rib and lamb leg. Smother in chimicurri/horseradish/onion confit. Load up on whatever else I can grab in both hands whilst balancing two plates. \n\nFirst round is gorged, sighed, devoured. Now it's time to get to the real business. Now it's time for seconds. No games here, tri-tip and prime rib. A bit of hummus because sometimes a man needs hummus. 9:30pm. Friends are caving in to the pressure, start to swarm the dessert station.\n\nI get an omelet. \n\n9:40pm, I got this dessert Tom Cruise style. A little crazy, a little close but can't deny the excitement. This isn't my first rodeo, I know how it ends. \n\nIt ends with coffee and tiramisu gelato, fudge and chocolate mousse, strawberry covered chocolate. \n\nBest buffet I've been to in Vegas.