I have to admit that whenever I hear the word “buffet” in relation to a meal I am about to eat, I get a little closed-minded.
I picture small children reaching unwashed hands into bins of nearly-congealed food, sneezing under the sneeze guards and running unaccompanied down narrow aisles with plates piled too high. I picture flies. Lots and lots of flies.
The Butter Bean Buffet was different.