The Battle for the Golden Corral

The Golden Corral and I go head to head in a hunger battle for $8.

So, I ended up having to stay at work for several more hours today than I thought, and I found myself in that very tricky pregnant situation... without FOOD!!

That, of course, is a problem. I was hungry and low on cash. I started driving toward Noodles & Co. to buy a pasta dish. Then I thought, "That is goin' cost me like 6 bucks and then what if it doesn't fill me up?" Next thing I know I am pulling into the Golden Corral -- a fine and very classy Buffet establishment. I waited in a line behind a dozen old people, and then paid my $8 for ALL I COULD EAT, BABY!

I know. A buffet? But hear me out. I figured that these days it sometimes takes a few helpings of food to fill me up. The other night I came home and had to eat four burritos to even put a dent in my hunger, so I think my Corral strategy made sense. It was like lunch insurance. Pay a little more and get a guarantee! Plus, I could get some meets and veggies. (But not really veggies because I became intolerant to greens... very weird.) I got my tray, my water, and my TWO plates and went for it.

I spotted the pizza first as I was just barely out of the gate. Cheese. My favorite. Then the mash potatoes. Perfect. A Deviled egg. A glob of cornbread stuffing. Took a bite of pizza while still walking around. Grabbed two pieces of the garlic style cheese pizza. Eyed the salad, almost gaged, and made a mental note about where the pie was.

I found a nice quiet corner and started in. The basic cheese pizza was amazing. Hot, soft, sweet. The potatoes were fine. The stuffing was gross, and the egg had too much mustard. The garlic pizza wasn't up to snuff, so I left that plate mostly full, grabbed my second plate and headed back to the troth to start over.

I grabbed some more pizza because everything else was making me gag and the meat of the day was little cheese burgers. But I got half a slice in and it happen!!!

I got full.

What the heck?

I paid $8 for this. I was going to get all $8. But it wasn't looking good. I had a lot to do at work and needed to leave, but this was serious. I decided to wait it out. I figured that pregnancy is unpredictable, and so there was a good chance I could end up on top and walk out of these in 30 minutes with two full bellies.

So I waited for the hunger to find me. I tried to keep myself busy. I took a picture of an old-people diner's club at the table next to me. I ran outside when another old woman forget her purse. I switched seats for a different view. I talked to a few work people on the phone. I texted my sister, and then I gave up. I chocked down some softserve with Oreos and surrendered my battle. What in the world? And what a bummer.

My only saving grace is that it is 6 hours later, and I just barely got hungry. That would have been a long wait, so time wise, I think I ended up on top.

I'm going back ... for the pizza.

And round 2.