Golden Corral was the first place we went to with my brother after he got out of prison. I guess it’s an improvement over prison food. Hey, that could be their slogan: Golden Corral — better than prison!

But then again I used to love buffets because even if the food was lousy, the fact that you could eat as much as you wanted made up for that fact. Plus I was not a germophobe — more of a peck-of-dirt-before-you-die kind of guy. Now I don’t know. Maybe I’ll never stop wearing a mask.