An 'All-You-Can-Eat' (AYCE) breakfast buffet is risking bankruptcy for any restaurant that welcomes my patronage to one of these bountiful meal-deals.
I must have eaten half of a good sized pig in the 3 trips up to the tin trough full of warm, caramelized morsels of meat strips.
The Golden Griddle must lose money with me; or, at best, break even?
An ‘All-You-Can-Eat’ (AYCE) breakfast buffet is risking bankruptcy for any restaurant that welcomes my patronage to one of these bountiful meal-deals.
Despite my stature, I can eat; I know how, and I do it very well. As the youngest of 4 brothers, it has been a required means of survival to learn how to pack in as much food as I can get my hands on whenever a family meal was served. I developed 2 hollow legs over those years, and I bring them to every feast!
An AYCE buffet was under 10 bucks the last time I ate at a Golden Griddle restaurant; but I think I did pretty good for the 15 that I paid this time around. I must have eaten half of a good sized pig in the 3 trips up to the tin trough full of warm, caramelized morsels of meat strips.
Mmmm… that distinct aroma; that instant euphoric scent of a slow cooked swine; that sweet salivating smell of…
(Dare I say it!?)
Yep! BACON, BACON, BACON, BACON, BACON!
(Ooops, I got a bit carried away- napkin please!)
See, the nose knows. And when it catches that scent of bacon, it fires up the primal Hunter-Gatherer instincts, and we digress back to a Neanderthalic quest to rip into that delicious meat!
I could smell it as soon as I entered their front doors,
I could smell it as I was walking to my table,
I could smell it from where I was seated 20 feet away.
I could smell it alright. I didn’t need to read the little placards in front of the covered pans of assorted food to find it; I knew where it was, I knew which lid to hoist up first; I knew exactly which shell the prize was hiding beneath!
Yes, I found it; and I devoured it- as much as I could possibly pack into my gut!
3 heaping platefuls later, and tired of chewing by then, I switched over to the desert table to fill any remaining voids in my bloated, but extremely content, stomach!