I ate too much
Last night my wife (QueenSuchandSuch) had one of the book club meetings (without alcohol because it was at someone elses house). She has some sort of ear infection, so she couldn't drive. I packed the rest of the family into the spacepod and we were on our way.
Our intent was that while she was delving into the details of the the book with her mama friends, the kids and I would grab a quick bite to eat at the nearest scarf and barf.
I am not a big fan of fast food. So when the possibility came along, I was really looking to find something else. Understand, I love food. I especially love good food. I have eaten at some of the finest restaurant across the country and being in the Chicago area is a real treat because of how many truly exquisite restaurants there are.
When we arrived at restaurant row, we noticed an off-the-road joint called Golden Corra. I know, it is supposed to be Golden Corral, but the "L" was out. At this point the brain kicked in, "Hey, you can feed everyone as much as they want and the youngest is FREE!" I have to stop listening to my brain when it comes to food.
Now there is a little history with my family and buffet restaurants. We had made trips religiously to Old Country Buffet with my first wife. She felt that we could easily get our return on investment everytime. With the better, smarter wife (my current one), she HATES buffets.
There was a recent trip to Old Country Buffet that has scarred us slightly as well. My oldest daughter, was eating her rabbit food and half way through, found a ladybug. I explained to her that it WAS grown outdoors with all of the bugs and that sooner or later, if you keep eating those things, you were going to run into one in your food. I have an entire blog on vegatables and how dangerous they are that I will post another day. So, that turned my oldest off slightly to buffet restaurants.
But last night, I didn't have the oldest. So, on to Golden Corra we go.
When we walked in, the TV was running (I guess for the long line of people) and we could see it was not exactly a high class joint (as most buffets are) but you can also see the miles of buffet trays laced with food waiting for everyone to shoot up and get their fix. It was heaven.
So I paid my 39 bucks for the 3 of us (Avery was FREE), and we are off like the horses being released in the Kentucky (that one is for you PeppyAnnie) Derby. ...how often can you fit Kentucky into a blog? KY is easy, Kentucky, not so much...
I immediately hit the steak area. There is a man standing at a grill lopping off chunks of steak off of a 240 oz slab. I ask for my 64 ounces and move down to the side dishes. The vat of macaroni and cheese was already being raided by my younger child so I had to wait to receive my small portion. Next comes the green beans and carrots (after all, I am trying to eat better) so I scoop out my half-spoon of each and head to the table.
Ok, understand something here. I eat like the stereotypical male. I eat meat and potatoes and pasta. I only eat vegatables because after eating all of the good stuff, I need something to make sure it leaves my colon.
I sit and eat. By the way, as fake as the mac and cheese is, it is really good. Plate finished, I head back.
This brings me to my point (as I almost always have one). Why? Why do we feel the need to go back and fill up again? Why is it we have this insatiable need to get every penny's worth of value out of the meal? Why did I need to go back through that same line 3 more times (minus the carrots and green beans)? Whoever thought up the idea was preying on the shapely and frugal. Yes, shapely, round is a shape.
I say, go back. Go back as many times as you can! Get every penny out of it and make them PAY for even thinking of the idea. Let's put them all out of business by literally eating the profits! If they raise the price enough to cover expenses, it won't be worth it to go. So eat, eat, eat like your life depends on food.
I know I ate my money's worth. Did I miss anything?
Our intent was that while she was delving into the details of the the book with her mama friends, the kids and I would grab a quick bite to eat at the nearest scarf and barf.
I am not a big fan of fast food. So when the possibility came along, I was really looking to find something else. Understand, I love food. I especially love good food. I have eaten at some of the finest restaurant across the country and being in the Chicago area is a real treat because of how many truly exquisite restaurants there are.
When we arrived at restaurant row, we noticed an off-the-road joint called Golden Corra. I know, it is supposed to be Golden Corral, but the "L" was out. At this point the brain kicked in, "Hey, you can feed everyone as much as they want and the youngest is FREE!" I have to stop listening to my brain when it comes to food.
Now there is a little history with my family and buffet restaurants. We had made trips religiously to Old Country Buffet with my first wife. She felt that we could easily get our return on investment everytime. With the better, smarter wife (my current one), she HATES buffets.
There was a recent trip to Old Country Buffet that has scarred us slightly as well. My oldest daughter, was eating her rabbit food and half way through, found a ladybug. I explained to her that it WAS grown outdoors with all of the bugs and that sooner or later, if you keep eating those things, you were going to run into one in your food. I have an entire blog on vegatables and how dangerous they are that I will post another day. So, that turned my oldest off slightly to buffet restaurants.
But last night, I didn't have the oldest. So, on to Golden Corra we go.
When we walked in, the TV was running (I guess for the long line of people) and we could see it was not exactly a high class joint (as most buffets are) but you can also see the miles of buffet trays laced with food waiting for everyone to shoot up and get their fix. It was heaven.
So I paid my 39 bucks for the 3 of us (Avery was FREE), and we are off like the horses being released in the Kentucky (that one is for you PeppyAnnie) Derby. ...how often can you fit Kentucky into a blog? KY is easy, Kentucky, not so much...
I immediately hit the steak area. There is a man standing at a grill lopping off chunks of steak off of a 240 oz slab. I ask for my 64 ounces and move down to the side dishes. The vat of macaroni and cheese was already being raided by my younger child so I had to wait to receive my small portion. Next comes the green beans and carrots (after all, I am trying to eat better) so I scoop out my half-spoon of each and head to the table.
Ok, understand something here. I eat like the stereotypical male. I eat meat and potatoes and pasta. I only eat vegatables because after eating all of the good stuff, I need something to make sure it leaves my colon.
I sit and eat. By the way, as fake as the mac and cheese is, it is really good. Plate finished, I head back.
This brings me to my point (as I almost always have one). Why? Why do we feel the need to go back and fill up again? Why is it we have this insatiable need to get every penny's worth of value out of the meal? Why did I need to go back through that same line 3 more times (minus the carrots and green beans)? Whoever thought up the idea was preying on the shapely and frugal. Yes, shapely, round is a shape.
I say, go back. Go back as many times as you can! Get every penny out of it and make them PAY for even thinking of the idea. Let's put them all out of business by literally eating the profits! If they raise the price enough to cover expenses, it won't be worth it to go. So eat, eat, eat like your life depends on food.
I know I ate my money's worth. Did I miss anything?
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