When the Buffet Picks You

Jordan Steele had zero plans to end up at Guildwood Inn Buffet.
He was supposed to meet a friend for ramen — but the friend bailed, it was too late for fine dining, and something about an all-you-can-eat neon sign glowing in suburban defiance made him smirk.

He walked in half out of irony, half out of hunger, and 100% ready to let the night feed his curiosity — and his appetite.

First Look: Stainless Steel Confidence and Steam

The room was warm, suspiciously bright, and buzzing with plate traffic.
No mood lighting. No ambiance playlist. Just the scent of sweet-and-sour sauce and someone’s kid piling chicken nuggets beside sushi.

Jordan grabbed a tray, poured himself an aggressively sweet iced tea, and surveyed the terrain like a man preparing to enter a culinary thrift store: chaos, but with treasure.

A First Plate That Defied Logic (and Dignity)

He didn’t plan a plate. He assembled one like a mixtape.

🍕 General Tso Chicken, Fried Rice, Pizza, and Garlic Bread

It was like a potluck hosted by six unrelated uncles.
The General Tso chicken was oddly tender. The fried rice? Fine. The pizza slice — guilty perfection. And garlic bread? No regrets.

He added a mini samosa, just to confuse future archaeologists reviewing his meal choices.

Second Round: Let the Buffet Games Begin

For plate two, Jordan approached with more confidence — or maybe just surrender.
He scooped butter chicken, carved roast beef, egg rolls, and mac and cheese, because… why not?

He overheard a nearby diner say “You gotta get the lasagna, man,” and immediately got the lasagna.

Verdict: layered, cheesy, hotter than expected. A win.

Dessert: Comedic Chaos, but Sweet

The dessert section felt like a science fair. Jordan took a cube of cheesecake, one red Jell-O shot, a brownie that may have been frozen, and a soft-serve cone that half-melted before he sat down.

It was unrefined, sugar-forward, and strangely comforting. Like childhood, but stickier.

Exit Thoughts: No Michelin Stars, Just Soul

As Jordan wiped powdered sugar off his sleeve and finished the last sip of tea syrup, he realized:
Guildwood Inn Buffet didn’t pretend to be anything it’s not. And that made it… honest. Generous. Weirdly satisfying.

He came in with skepticism. He left full.
And maybe, just maybe, a little less uptight than when he walked in.