text: At one point while at Bacchanal sometime after eating a plate overflowing with at least a pound of crab legs and before taking on a final slice of cheesecake one of the desserts I ravaged it dawned on mennOh god I am like one of the citizens of the Capital in the Hunger Games What have I becomennI quickly parried that thought however as much as I want to imagine myself in the vein of a halfstarved and ruggedly handsome hero of District sometimesit is nice to indulge nnAnd at Bacchanal indulge you will nnFrom the getgo you know you are going to try to cram as much food as humanly possible into your stomach to try and claw back some of the steep entry price As a long distance runner with seemingly hollow legs who burns thousands of calories a workout I think I ended up okay at Bacchanal maybe eating or so dollars worth of food at its retail price I can live with that nnBeyond calculations of value which are almost meaningless in Vegas which seems to be fueled on the wispy fumes of luxury itself the fare is par for the course Everything I ate was of high quality and tasty nnOne thing I did not like so much was the blaring Eurohip music I think they blast it so you will eat and leave more quickly butit was annoying not to be able to have conversations with the people I went with nnSome things had an extra finetuned and endearing touch though like the fish and chips in little metal frying crates or the Chinese dumplings in individual bamboo baskets or maybe I am easily impressed nnEither way those small details made the experience more than just a ridiculous gutstuffing smorgasbord