I opened the fridge and grabbed the package of ground turkey. It was turkey burgers for dinner. I hear my phone buzzing. My family decided to go the Mandarin. Back to the fridge with the healthy turkey. The dreaded buffet. Buffet is a french word meaning “Your diet is f**ked.” A buffet is like a fat guy amusement park.
Why do we stuff ourselves at a buffet? Choice. When you look at a menu at a normal restaurant, there are always multiple things that you would like to order. Can you imagine you ordered double or even triple entree at a steakhouse? At a buffet all of those things that you would like to order, are there. Right there in front of you. Egging you on. Its like Old MacDonald. They fill up the trough and you saunter up and start feeding. Oink, oink here.
I think the other thing is that for some reason you feel that you have to get your
money’s worth.They charge you just enough for you to make multiple trips. If you make one trip, the man wins. You are the sucker.
I only made three trips. Twice for crab legs. Once for miscellaneous tastiness. The biggest revelation was that I didn’t have to make my usual Nanaimo bar chocolate sundae. Pre-Operation 180, I averaged at least five trips plus the sundae bar. I can’t even imagine the amount of calories I was consuming.
My fortune cookie said, “Eat more chinese food.”
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