One of the perks of living in a suburb (I’d be pressed to name more than two) is that you have every food option available to you within a 5 minute drive. We decided on trying a newly opened all you can eat pizza buffet called CiCi’s. I have to admit the combo of the words “all you can eat” and “pizza” got me pretty stoked to try this place. As we parked the car I noticed a big sign on the front saying “All you can eat just $5.49.” What?! Did we just get into our DeLorean and travel back to 1988? Now with both a little excitement and apprehension we walked through the front door.
Just seconds after walking through the door we were greeted by every employee with an exciting “welcome to CiCi’s.” After paying the cashier and receiving the low down on how it works we started our way down the buffet line. It started with 3 pre-made salad options followed by a pasta bar with your choice of both red and white sauce, then we hit the “Coup De Grace” the pizza. CiCi’s had somewhere around 15 different types of pizza sitting under heat lamps for your choosing. If you listened close enough you could here their screams “Help me!, Pick Me!, Get me the hell out of here!”
With our plates ambitiously loaded we sat down. We both agreed that the Italian salad was pretty good, a little soggy but good. The pasta was bland at best, Mary however did complement the texture of the noodles. Now on to the pizza. Dry, dry, dry, every once and a while one of us would say “Oh, a fresh piece” and still be disappointed. I have to give CiCi’s props for trying some adventurous topping options like their Mac and Cheese pizza, but the more adventurous the longer it sat under the lamps and the dryer it got.
As we battled our way through the pizza we started to take note of the clientele that CiCi’s brings in. You know how we all have Aunts or Uncles that we try to avoid at family gatherings but the gatherings wouldn’t provide any good stories if they weren’t there, well they all hang out at CiCi’s. These aren’t the Coach toting, nose in the air, Bravo housewife wanna-be’s that we are accustomed to seeing everywhere else in Plymouth, oh no, these were Plymouth’s forgotten ones. We watched in amazement as two young athletic guys took full advantage of the pasta bar for carbo loading. Plate after Plate loaded with noodles and white sauce. I just hope they make their sporting event and don’t get stuck in the crapper. The people watching was way more fulfilling than the food.
Just before we decided to leave the bus boy came buy with his cart to clear our plates. He wheeled up right next to us and took each plate and banged it clean into the garbage bag before placing it in the dirty dish bin. Leaving Mary and I having an uncomfortable conversation next to the portable kitchen for about 30 seconds. We quickly headed for the exit where we were thanked by every employee with a gracious “Thanks for coming to CiCi’s!”
We giggled our way back to the car and told Mary “I really need to start a blog.” Just when we thought it couldn’t get any funnier we noticed a rainbow of bungee cords holding the crimpled hood shut on the car parked next to us. “Where and the hell are we!”
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