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| - In my 20+ years of restaurant trotting, never once have I walked out of a restaurant in the middle, or beginning of my meal for that matter. Now don't get me wrong, I love the buffets whether it is that of the Old Country or of the Home Town styling but this dining establishment has seriously bruised my pallet and psyche.
Perhaps it was the time of day, which was on a Sunday afternoon (Yes, I know, a buffet on a Sunday afternoon is packed with enough of the elderly to star as extras in the next George A. Romero film) or maybe it was the fact that I just wasn't feeling buffet steak, but either way I was horribly disappointed with this place.
After standing in line with children screaming and yelling (Some in many different languages) for about half an hour we then arrived at the register where we then had to wait to be seated. I thought that was a cool idea until that wait turned into another 10 minutes, still holding up a tray while dodging children running and/or tumbling about. Again I let the waiting slip by since it was a Sunday afternoon.
After about what seemed like I could have accomplished the Kessel Run in about 12 parsecs we were then seated. If you are not the size of one of the Olsen twins, navigating though the maze of tables could present some challenges.
After we were then seated I had then conjured up quite an appetite. As my lady friend and I approached the actual buffet I again had to run though a gauntlet made up of more screaming children and confused elders. At that point I kept thinking "Where the Hell are the parents?" Now most buffets have a sign that clearly states "Parents: Please accompany your children to the buffet area!" In a bold and menacing font. Parents, if you're not into accompanying your screaming and sticky children to the designated buffet area, then The Golden Corral is for you!
After dining on fish, shrimp and what seemed like chicken (there are not labels marking all the food) I came to the conclusion that I truly disliked this place. I am not exactly a fish guy, but that was all that had been left. (I had noticed Golden Corral had not once restocked the food while I was in line waiting) Also after discovering a bone in the skin (yes, a bone embedded in the skin!) of my chicken I had to leave.
Now I will say that their rolls they bring to you at the table were very tasty but alas, Golden Corral I will not be back to dine on your misfit chicken nor to try and go though a maze of screaming children to get to my table.
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