Bad Eats

I used to think my grandpa was the smartest man ever. Well, I actually still think he was. But I think he was wrong about one thing. He used to tell us that buffet style is the future for restaurants. Oh, grandpa, how I hope you're wrong. The buffet place was his favorite place to eat, probably the last 5 years of his life. I'd just nod in agreement when he told me this, not really thinking about it. I mean, I could have as many sticky buns as I wanted. What did I care?
So that brings me yesterday. The family celebrated wife's paternal (biological) grandmother's Mother's day. I actually didn't think it was that bad of an idea going to the buffet place. I'll got every once in a while. There was a damn line out the door. I guess the line didn't effect us much because wife's uncle was near the front and he got the table of 12 all lined up. That place was crazy, and we had a table on the main walkway near the dessert...trough. That's as best as I can describe the whole idea of the buffet. I was in Utah for a month, and every day during the drive in, I passed 3 dairy farms. This is how they feed those animals! So anyway, every time I went to get out of my chair (it was a lot, because I was getting things for 3 people) I felt like I was backing out onto a busy road. I'd look both ways, wait for people to pass, slowly. Normally I'm not impatient, but come on! Then I'd scurry to get up and get my chair pushed in before the next herd trampled by. There was a funny part though, there was a woman there that we kept calling my brother-in-law's girlfriend. She looked like this stereotypical diner lady, but older and MUCH worse.She had something going on her head that was kind of a bee hive. I think it collapsed on itself many years ago though. And she had the biggest boobs in the world (yes, the whole world). Bigger isn't always better.
The food was 'the bad' also. I figured vegetables would be soggy, but damnit, can't they devein the shrimp? I mean, come on. And yes, it is the poop that is the 'vein' (for the wife). Barf. At least we got a coupon for 1/2 off. I would have been mad if I actually had to pay $10 for that meal.
So why did my grandpa like it so much? I'm sure he'd agree with me that yesterday was crap. Maybe it's because growing up he ate in a trough? I dunno, but it was the Depression. My grandma made great food too, a lot better than that place. Oh well, I guess you can't be right about everything.