I had no idea that Buca di Beppo existed outside of downtown San Francisco, so I practically cried when I passed one, ON MY WAY HOME. With meatballs the size of Patton Manning's freakishly large head, and wonderful ambience, Buca on W. Lake Mead gives the out of towner the guarantee of tasty pastas and overly buttery breads. Their garlic bread with its slices of fresh garlic, remains the best around. My fiance sinks through the layers of cheesy lasagna goodness without speaking...except a few satisfied moans and grunts. Although the place sometimes emits a less than pleasant olfactory experience (we still can't quite figure out why it sometimes smells like backed up pipes) it makes up in clean, prompt and remarkably afford able experience. One other thing that Buca offers is privacy-from parties to intimate...they provide the best booths, bar and private rooms in the area. hands down.
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