Time: 2:36 PM
Date: April 5, 2014
I eat out a lot by myself. My wife and friends do not always share my taste in the latest fast food monstrosity, and are rarely interested in gorging themselves at a cheap Chinese buffet. This blog celebrates the typical American food, cheese steaks, breakfast platters, and of course, buffets.
Date: April 5, 2014
I eat out a lot by myself. My wife and friends do not always share my taste in the latest fast food monstrosity, and are rarely interested in gorging themselves at a cheap Chinese buffet. This blog celebrates the typical American food, cheese steaks, breakfast platters, and of course, buffets.
Once, I found one good Chinese buffet, a bright, airy place in Austin with multiple tofu dishes and a fresh ambiance. In South-Central Pennsylvania, a mediocre buffet is top of the charts, and even that is tough to find. Buffets traffic in quantity, constantly refilling steam tables of chicken resting in different congealed sauces.
Super Buffet in Carlisle is my place of choice, a solid three out of five. Spread across six islands is a motley crew of Chinese standard dishes, two salad bar, deserts, and American food, satiating fussy eaters who find Sweet & Sour Chicken too exotic. The most consistent foods are the white rice and with crispy fried noodles. A woman, who looks like an aged version of Jaime Pressly in ‘My Name is Earl’, makes fresh sushi rolls, but I never tried them, and have no opinion to share.
This meal qualified as a lunch/dinner hybrid, justifying the massive amount of food.
Plate #1
Plate #2
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Fried noodles with a cup of duck sauce.
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Plate #3
Plate #4




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