I have a confession to make: I lived in Elyria for a whole year. Hard to believe, I know, but there are always some pit stops on the way to glory. And when friends or family thankfully came to town, I always tried to steer them here. I mean, it has a freaking indoor waterfall, in addition to your favorite greasy Chinese buffet fare. Definitely not one of those places to visit on a weekly basis, but I firmly believe that a little (or, who am I kidding, a lot of) buffet is good for the soul, if not for the cholesterol count.