“The Only 24 Hour Buffet On The Strip!” the fascia’s own gilt frame, c. 2004
Eats
Norm Jansen sold 49¢ steak-and-eggs downtown in the fifties and never saw a reason to change the play: feed them cheap, feed them at 2 a.m., and the rest of the money finds its own way to the tables. The Boardwalk fed the whole graveyard shift of the Strip.

Surf Buffet host, November 1, 2005 · photo: Flickr user 38017946@N00 · modern wave animation. Full provenance.
First bell: Butterbean, c. 1997
The Bean don’t eat no snooty food.
The Surf Buffet’s TV pitchman was Butterbean - 300-plus pounds of professional heavyweight - and the ad ran until half the town could do the line. The house roasted itself before anybody else had the chance.
Cheap. Open all night. Absolutely not snooty.
The actual Surf Buffet commercial, via YouTube. Nothing loads until you press play.
370 seats upstairs, up the escalator
The Surf Buffet.
Open all night, every night - the only 24-hour buffet on the Strip. Cooked-to-order steak at two in the morning, blue Jell-O with a reputation, bread pudding defended by name - “legendarily bad,” said a regular, fondly - and that impossible wave rolling over all of it.




Prices changed between 1996 and 2006; surviving examples keep their own dates. Credits & Sources carries the complete image history.
Under the chase bulbs
The Deli.
Salamis on the hook, popcorn machine at the end of the counter, castle burgers three for $1.29 1997. Open 24 hours, because somebody was always getting off shift.
Couples split the two-foot hot dog when the bankroll got thin and called it dinner. Nobody left hungry, because hungry cost extra elsewhere.
THE BIG BREAKFAST SPECIALS
chase bulbs included

Holiday Inn years · coffee and bad advice, 24 hours
The Cyclone Coffee Shop.
The Cyclone served the $1.99 breakfast, $5.95 prime rib and $4.95 baby-backs in 1997–98 their menu pages. Dealers off shift, showgirls in sweats, winners buying, losers eating well anyway.
And this actually hung on the wall: a roller coaster full of gamblers, bogus want ads, a banner for “98.6% dollar slots,” and life advice nobody requested.
“Teenagers: tired of being hassled by your stupid parents? Act now! Move out. Get a job. Pay your own bills while you still know everything.”



Then the coffee shop put on a dinner jacket
Caffé Boardwalk.
Under the later owners came red-check menu art and an “Italian dinner menu from $9.95” 2002. Same late-night congregation, fancier napkins - and yes, sushi, on a boardwalk, in a desert: Fujiyama, the house sushi-and-Chinese bar, poured until 2 a.m. their 2004 sales kit.



A brief intermission
Save your machine.
A 24-hour meal came with one practical rule: tip the attendant, make the phone call, and get back before somebody claimed your lucky seat.
The sunflowers really tie the room together.
“$.75 draft beer, $1.29 breakfast and $1 strawberry shortcake - how could you go wrong??” asked one regular, decades later, still not wrong.
What did you eat? The guestbook wants to know
The Bean don’t eat no snooty food.
