Food Digest

I am ashamed of myself. This one really makes me look bad. The lunchtime Pizza Hut all-you-can-eat buffet is one of my weaknesses.

A couple work buddies and I decided to meet up and gorge. Back when I worked in western suburbs, we’d come here every other week or so. I even developed a buffet strategy.

First plate is a couple small slices of sausage pizza and a couple breadsticks, covered in red sauce. And since there was fettuccine, I slopped a little bit of that on m’plate, too:

The red sauce was a little lukewarm. Probably not up to health code, but it’s just so damn tasty. The fear of bacterial disease sure didn’t prevent me from dumping it on the pizza (one pepperoni, one sausage) in round two:

Round three, however, I went sans sauce. And I’ll level with you, I kind of missed it. Here’s a slice another slice of sausage and a mini-slice of chicken and jalapeno.

At this point, I’ve had plenty of pizza. But remember how I said I used to come here quite often? Well, the waitress, Jackie, took a liking to me and my work pals. She’d remember our drink order. We could just walk in, start at the buffet, and have a sodapop waiting for us at the table before we sat down. Well, years ago she heard me say that I liked the buffalo chicken pizza.

Today, she surprised me with a fresh buffalo chicken pizza on the buffet. You can’t say no to that kind of generosity.

Alright. I’m done, right?

Not quite. Dessert. Here’s some Pizza Hut buffet advice: Don’t eat the dessert pizza. It’s terrible. Instead, go for the cinna-sticks.

Holy shit. What a massacre. Eight slices of pizza, two breadsticks, a ladle of fettuccine and four and a half cinna-sticks. I’m a pig.