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It’s basically hell on earth if you’re there at the wrong time. Imagine an all-you-can-eat buffet restaurant that is pretty much nothing but a big salad bar plu
by mwfunk 9y ago
It’s basically hell on earth if you’re there at the wrong time. Imagine an all-you-can-eat buffet restaurant that is pretty much nothing but a big salad bar plus a small selection of soups and sides. That sounds good to me, but the unfortunate reality is that it’s a magnet for very large families with lots of small children, and pathologically cheap people who can’t resist the all-you-can-eat aspects.
Imagine a cross between Sizzler, Hometown Buffet, and a middle school cafeteria, but focused on salad. Make it really crowded, but what empty tables exist seem to always be dirty and unbussed. Sprinkle with unsupervised children running around and randomly touching the food in the buffets. Mix in crowds of very slow people who enjoy standing in everyone’s way while they slowly investigate every single item in whichever buffet you’re interested in, and once they finally decide what to get you have to watch them slowly make a salad by painstakingly picking out one piece of lettuce at a time as if they were performing brain surgery.
It’s probably OK if you go there during whenever their downtime is, but I have no idea when that is or if such a time even exists in the Sweet Tomatoes dimension. But if you don’t mind crowds and germs and value optimizing your money:mass ratio for food above literally every other possible consideration, it’s great! But even then I wouldn’t dream of using the restrooms there- the person you responded to is clearly far braver than me.
- tzakrajs 9y agoSounds like Souper Salad in Houston: https://soupersalad.com/ https://soupersalad.com/
- suppressingfire 9y agoThe one in my hood closed overnight inexplicably before we ever got to try it. Oh well.
- suppressingfire 9y agoAs a kid, we ate at Ponderosa quite often. All you can eat soft serve. Though I recall putting some chunked (presumably canned) pineapple on my plate once, taking it back to my table, and chomping into it before realizing it had (apparently) fermented. We still went back months after month.