We can thank Herbert ‘Herb’ Cobb McDonald for the modern-day all-you-can-eat buffet. Herb first introduced Las Vegas – and later the world – to this gastronomical abomination in 1946. The Buckaroo Buffet cost one dollar and promised ‘every possible variety of hot and cold entrees to appease the howling coyote in your innards’. The coyote of my innards has never been appeased by an all-you-can-eat buffet. On my last visit it was starved.
Back at the table, the food smelt grey. I thought about all of the nice places I could have visited with £23
If John Hick can find God on a double-decker bus in Hull, I can find the answers to life’s biggest questions at the back of an all-you-can-eat global buffet. At least that’s what I told myself as I read the sign for one of London’s finest buffet bars. An advertisement for the ‘restaurant’ had appeared on social media, and it felt like time to give buffets another go.
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