Passport to Satisfaction

We visited Tita M and Uncle T in Las Vegas. They cook up a mean dinner! But because we were in Vegas, we just had to indulge in buffet dining. It's a very good value, especially if you fast for future penance for the impending mortal shortcoming.

See, shirt pockets aren't good just to hold your boarding passes at the airport.

They're good for the extra large, extra thick napkins at the fancy buffet.

Ah, but who wants fruit and seaweed, and all that other healthy junk.

Dude, give me some of that fried basmati rice and everything else fat juicy around it!

And while you're at it, saute me up some of that pasta, and don't forget the butter!

That feeling of fullness and satisfaction means it's time to hit the dessert table.

Netty doesn't have enough hands for all the goodies.

These are the gentlemen that prepare the food. You know they're good when they say "make sure you don't show Immigrations that picture!"