I pretty much love going to buffets. Being surrounded by
unlimited food and drinks makes me feel like I’m in some sort of a Fantasy Island.
The word buffet is music to my ears, a happy news to my belly, but… a pain to
my wallet. If I could just go to a buffet every day of my entire life, I would,
but my wallet would definitely not allow it.
Did I say every day? That would be exaggerating, of course. So one
weekend, my wallet, as generous as she is, allowed me and some members of the
family to experience being in Fantasy Island, if only for just a
once-in-a-blue-moon affair.
