Full disclosure: we did not actually eat a full meal at this Farmville restuarant. Our sampling of their cuisine begins and ends with a single fried shrimp we snagged from the buffet as we were walking to the bar. The manager saw us, apparently, and he followed us to the bar, where he gave us a terrifying berating. We left shortly thereafter.
The ambience at this family buffet is sort of like that of a war; you don’t know how you got here, you’re scared, and you don’t think you’re going to make it out alive. Goddamn, people get pissed off when you snag a shrimp from the buffet. Holy shit.
“Let me tell you something about etiquette,” said the manager, Mr. Man With a Throbbing Vein in His Temple. ”You get a plate if you want something to eat. You understand me? You get a plate. A plate. You do not just grab something with your hands. Somebody could have been looking.”
“There’s no one in your restaurant, so we didn’t think it would be a big deal,” is what we did not say. Indeed, we were scared that Man With a Throbbing Vein in His Temple was one comment away from kneeing us in the balls and shoving his hand down our throat to retrieve his pilfered shrimp.
About the shrimp: it was pretty good. Sort of like what you get at Golden Palace. Heavily breaded. Extremely greasy, but not in a satisfying way. In fact, it was a little cold.
Worth all the hassle? Hardly.
The dining area was clean and homey, the bar dark and sanitary. Lot’s of parking space available outside.
They have a slogan, something about family dining and live music for everyone. Our suggestion is “Where the hands that feed you also bite your head off.”
Scorecard
Cuisine: N/A
Service: N/A
Prices: N/A
Overall: Five stars!*
*Certainly this will end our nightmares of Man with a Throbbing Vein in His Temple?
I’d be irritated too if some punk college students grabbed shit off my buffet with their bare hands. Thats unsanitary.
^You mad, doggy?