All You Can Eat Crawfish
The all-you-can-eat concept sounded good, but Joaquin hadn’t read the fine print–it wasn’t boiled crawfish brought to your table, you had to catch them, they weren’t cooked, and they still had the shells on . . .
All You Can Eat
Karen had a love/hate relationship with the “All You Can Eat” places; at the time it seemed to be such a good deal, and she could eat a lot, really get her money’s worth. The next morning, though, she always felt bloated and sluggish, not to mention dealing with a fair dose of guilt, and besides the food being lukewarm and mediocre on a good day, who knew what the person in line ahead of you may have left in the sweet and sour chicken? . . . . David, Sf.G.