Drowning at the buffet

It was a repeated request from my daughters, to which I ended up giving in for a birthday, at the beginning of February: lunch at the all-you-can-eat restaurant recently arrived in our town. “More than 300 dishes from the four corners of the world”, “more than a buffet, an experience”, promises the website. And what an experience!

Once through the entrance with its careful Asian decoration, all gold and cherry blossoms, we are immersed in alleys saturated with colors and lights. Equipped with a plate like a buoy in an ocean of choice, everyone then goes about their own quest among 30 types of sushi and makis, 8 fish dishes, as many meats, countless ingredients to compose a wok cooked before our eyes… Not to mention the tsunami of desserts. I lose sight of my children and husband.

When we finally manage to touch the shore of our table together, the flavors at the end of my fork are so diverse and confusing that they seem to cancel each other out. I feel drowned in abundance. But there is no question of not finishing your plate – it would actually cost 9 euros, according to a hypocritical warning given the number of trolleys collecting the thrown food.

After an hour, my eldest daughter complains that her stomach is too heavy, sighs that it wasn’t such a good idea. “Mom, when is Lent? I want to try this year. » The ways of the Lord are inscrutable.