Holy mother of batman.
I've seen a share of buffets in my days. Walkin' up and down those isles eyeing the perfect time to get in and snare the fresh slop the other end spits out. Well this isn't a place that serves slop.
No. This is the refined version, crisp white shirt, bicolored collar, cufflinks to match, tailored jacket. Yeh. He knows he's slick. He's all about giving you small doses of lovin' but keeps it fresh every time. You want mega sized portions of whatever they decide to make that day, dumped in a heap? Go elsewhere. If you want a meal cooked like it was prepared just for you, go to Wicked Spoon. Seriously.