Before I moved to the United States, I lived in Belgium. Buffet's aren't really a big part of the culture over there. The restaurants were mostly very European. You order, wait a few million hours, then get your food that tastes like heaven. Worth the wait. I don't think I knew what a buffet was back then. Anyway. We moved to the US and there was this Chinese buffet very close to where we lived. So natuarlly, it was one of the first restuarants we decided to hit.
It was...I can't explain it. I walked and just stood next to an awesome statue of Bhudda and enjoyed the view. There was food just sitting there. All we had to do was grab a table, claim it as ours, and just eat. What the freeeeeeaaaaaakkk. So simple. So simply genius. All you can eat!! Just eat. I couldn't get the concept through my head. It was too amazing for me to grasp. I ate so much I died. Then I had so much desert I died. There was everything.
After that day, we went so much more. Even my very experienced parents were in love with it. I created a routine for myself, knowing exactly what I would get and what my second plate would consist of and what desert would be. There must have been some type of tactical thing to being able to get the most out of this buffet cause I would become full way too quickly.
Anyway, be grateful for buffets. I know I am. Whenever I read the word buffet anywhere, my heart rate speeds up and my memories take me back to that amazing experience at the Chinese buffet.
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