Breakfast

We awoke Friday morning, and the full New York-New York team formed up. 7 of us in all, we were a 2 taxi assault force primed and ready. Or maybe we were a group of hung over, jet lagged tourists dying for some breakfast.

Did I mention our hotel had some construction happening in the main lobby? Did I mention they were using actual, real life jack hammers? It's New York, but come on. Did it have to be right next to the buffet?

We abandoned that idea and struck out for the Luxor. We knew where the buffet was there and that it was tasty. To get to the Luxor you have to walk through the Excalibur. In fact, you have to walk past the Excalibur's buffet. We knew this. We also knew the Excalibur's buffet was bad, Furr's bad.

It's a long walk, and ultimately we found ourselves standing in front of the Sherwood Forest Buffet starving. Maybe it had changed. Maybe it'll taste great!

And maybe we'll regret that decision for the rest of the day. I'll let you figure out which was correct.