If you really think about it, the buffet is the worst way to eat. You’re stuffing yourself with more food than you really need because it’s, well, there. All those flavors are so mixed up on your palate that you can’t really make sense of them all afterwards. Each dish becomes a fleeting memory overwhelmed by the next plateful of the next dish and in the end you end up regretful you ate too much of one thing or another leaving you with no room for that pasta that your dinner companion says was just amazing.
Or maybe that’s just how I eat. I love buffets. I love trying new food, mixing them up and seeing how much cake I can swallow before I get a sugar headache. I love not having to take my usual ten minutes to decide what to order when I eat out, because I just walk around and pick up whatever catches my eye, or nose.
Which brings us to our buffet restaurant du jour: Vikings. We’ve been to the branch behind Mall of Asia, and the place is packed to the rafters. And the restaurant itself is huge — a necessity because the spread is the biggest I’ve seen so far (anyone know any bigger spreads, please let me know). We’ve been there a couple of times and I estimate I need to go back there a couple more times to be able to try everything. It has the standards: Japanese sushi, Chinese dimsum, roast, ham, cheese, a salad bar, Filipino cuisine (including lechon), desserts.
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