Somehow once we were actually inside the restaurant, the fear subsided. The place looked clean and we were not met at the door by any sorts of offensive fish smells. We took a few quick glances at the fishies swimming happily in their tank and at the sparkly plastic jewelry that adorned the front counter before we finally grabbed a table where we could observe the goings on at the buffet and casually people watch the the rest of the buffet-ers (a few young families with small children, a dude with a pretty severe black eye and several lone diners that kept to themselves in there semi private booths).
The place scored immediate points with me for having my two favorite condiments -- Sriracha and Tapatio on every table (although I wasn't sure why you would want Tapatio at a Chinese & Japanese buffet -- but it's the thought that counts). The interior was definitely dated. It looked straight out of a cheap motel off the "old" strip in Vegas, with seafoam green vinyl chairs, frosted glass booth partitions and yellow walls (not in a good way).
Then we got up the courage and ventured to the buffet area.
Stay away from the sushi.
The first row of food was all cold stuff. Potato salad, pasta salad, whole baby octopus, shrimp stuffs and other various shellfish -- none of which looked quite right. We attempted the baby octopus but it was too rubbery to choke down and we didn't dare touch the mussels or oysters. I grabbed a small sampling of something that resembled pasta salad, but somehow once it made it to my plate it became even more unappetizing and was left untouched.
The next two rows looked much safer. As we navigated our way around an employee who was walking around with a wireless microphone announce to the kitchen what was out and what needed refreshing (weird), we loaded up our plates with bacon-wrapped shrimp, spicy chicken and pork dishes, spring rolls, crab puffs, orange chicken, fried rice, coconut shrimp, chow mien noodles, fully intact crispy shrimp, and taquitos (remember that game "Which of these things is not like the others"?). We stayed away from a couple items like the baked mussels, the garlic bread, and the one sad and lonely snow crab leg sitting in a murky bath of luke warm water. Poor crab leg.
This stuff was edible.In fact, the spicy chicken was a stand out dish. Lightly breaded, fried, and then tossed in a slightly sweet sauce with jalapenos -- I actually went back for seconds. The orange chicken was entirely too sweet and tasted like orange Skittles; if the kitchen would have actually fried the crab puffs a little bit longer, they would have been quite good.
Once we had our fill of the basics, we moved on the the dessert table. We skipped the ice cream and went straight for the cakes.The dessert offerings wen't horrible but everything was obviously from a freezer somewhere. If I could go back in time, I would have opted for the fresh fruit instead of the warm, dry cream puffs and grease-filled, fried, sugar coated dough (it tasted like the state fair and left an awesome film on my teeth).
But in all honesty, we agreed that it wasn't that bad. It was the average. Would I rather be eating at FnB in Scottsdale? Of course, but I would take that over any restaurant in town. Was it mind-blowing? Absolutely not, but I have had much worse (remember when Jonathan went to Sing High
? Yeah, I was there, too). I wouldn't call it a gem or anything and I probably would never go back unless it happened to be the last place within 30 miles or I needed to eat on a budget.
Speaking of budget, did I mention that all three of us ate for $30? That included drinks. So if you really think about it, it's kinda of a score. Plus the service was impeccable. Our drinks were never empty, our dirty plates were always gone before we came back with more food, no one stole my purse, the server didn't bug us, and our check was brought to us promptly.
And we all lived.
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