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| - Like one of the other reviewers I had found Reggies adequate but not recommendable from past very irregular visits, (the last has to have been a year or more ago). but we happened there on a Saturday 11 A.M.ish, and were seated promptly by the sixteen year old who was our host.
He asked what beverages we would like and forgot one and had to get a "refresh" in order to fulfill, and then we waited for a waitress.
We were told our waitress's name by our host and as always unless it's one of those un-names that just blows your socks off, like Kashikeewandamoo, it went in one ear and out the other.
Unfortunate, because we NEVER got the opportunity to make her acquaintance.
We waited and waited. And after a bit, decided the breakfast buffet would beat the alternative of nothing, so up we went. Never realizing how wrong we were!
I have become over the years a less than enthusiastic buffet attendee.
They tend to be harbingers of germs, old tired food, and some sadist is always trying to set up food far enough on the far side of the sneeze shield so as to require modified limbo dancing or monkey-arms that drag on the floor in order to get what one wants!
So what did we have?
Absolutely the worst scrambled eggs ever! So dry and crumbly they virtually refused to be manuvered by a fork as the sand-sized particles lacked the moisture to bind together. It was like trying to eat flour!
No waitress from whom to beg ketchup or hot sauce or beverage refills.
Eggs are delicate, don't cook a couple gallons at a throw so you never have to replenish, cook small batches so the steam table doesn't dehydrate them over time,! Also whenever possible try to use real god^amn eggs and not the re-hydrated powdered used-to-be-eggs.
The country potatoes or whatever they were supposed to be were equally dry, as well as burnt, and did I mention dry? And man were they dry.
I ended up putting sausage gravy on them hoping to find something to choke them down with and even that didn't work!
The bacon was fine, but one does feel just a little silly filling a plate with bacon in order to flesh out one's plate!
The owner is a very nice guy, (thin as a rail...I can see where eating here exclusively would be a weight-watcher's dream!) and when he walked by I told him we hadn't seen a waitress (we were finished dining at this point), and he said he would take care of us, refreshed our drinks and took them off the bill, so kudos to him for an attempt at a fix, but I would have been much happier had they just set off a bomb at the buffet station to blow it elsewhere, in deference to the well-being of the next hapless diner! If you come order off the menu!! Unless you are a real bacon FREAK!
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