Today I wrote a blog post managing to include commentaries on the work ethic, the play ethic, and someone who pissed on my parade taking a knife to his own creative nose. I thought you might be better off with some photographs from a birthday gathering for my girlfriend Dawn,

…Michael, and Julie…

Yes, Julie has Tennant-cake.

The noodles, I did not try. My previous encounter with a buffet left me in agony, tears and a difficulty walking. Whether it was the Yorkgate cook or my own inexperience with buffets, I could not say. Either way, it seemed safer to eat things I do find exciting about the experience: dry brown items, particularly sesame seed prawn toast. 

Michael and Dawn are both vegetarians and I think I’m right in saying, had a much better experience at the Chinese buffet in the Victoria Centre than at the other buffets in Belfast where a wick selection had them working mostly at the dessert end.

Dessert selection is atypical at these places, but there was a cut above here. I think this lass is eating prawn crackers and maple syrup.

 

Okay, maybe not. But seriously, savoury and sweet will mix to win if vol-au-vents always make you happy.

Victoria Square, China Buffet King: How people smile after dessert generally makes for a good review of a place.