Nevada still meticulously hides those deeply comforting, all-you-can-eat dining rooms where the glass sneeze guards gleam under warm heat lamps and the supply of slow-roasted prime rib never seems to run out.
These are the kind of timeless establishments where the hot coffee refills consistently arrive exactly on cue, the term “shrimp cocktail” still means serious business, and the expansive dessert stations practically whisper your name as you finish your main course.
Think of expertly manned roast-carving stations, wooden sushi boats gliding past, and fruit pies protected by shiny plastic domes, all anchored by the reliable service routines that local residents have trusted for decades…