The walls and ceilings were painted with different, crazy scenes ranging from lizards coming out of cracks in the walls to asteroids breaking apart on reentry. The place was packed full of families and friends to the point where there were no seats left, while the line to order food almost stretch outside the building. Pictures of past customers and workers hung on the wall in line. They had there own personal table for just hot sauce alone, starting on the left sweet ending on the right with the hottest one they had. Music played in the background, but no one could really make out the lyrics over the noise of the people trying to hear each over by talking over one another. To the far right was a tight hallway that led to the bathrooms and also to a backdoor that led outside. Half the wait staff would be taking your orders at the counter while another portion yelled your name signaling that your order was done. The whole place smelled like cheese and tacos. 

 

I see a square like sushi bar and a few people in white clean coats with chef hats gently setting up a raw fish, or a sauce on a sushi. Some of them in a corner cuts a fish with a giant knife, but you can’t watch it for long. A woman in a clean clothing appears right in front of you and says “welcome to the buffet, let me show your table. Usually the waiters tend to give you tables near the window, because usually in the inside this buffet is pretty dark, but not in a bad way, it uses the candle or a ’’lazy’’ lamp that is hanging from the ceiling. It gives the place this calm feeling.

I walked into the restaurant and a hostess greeted us immediately. I could already smell the chef  putting our fish into the frier before we even ordered it. We sat down at a booth and all we could hear were the other customers ordering their food, multiple babies crying or screaming, and the TVs playing different sports games. The bar and dining room were full of people. The walls were the color of red, and covered with paintings. Then we ordered our food.

 

 The outside is not very appealing but the inside is where the the magic lies. Walking in, it smells faint of grease and french fries with bright lighting and background sounds of kids begging for a certain item on the menu that they are likely not to finish or even like. The seats and tables seem to be left alone uncleaned from the past customers and some others filled with people chowing down on their food like pigs. As well as the slight sound of music and workers taking people's orders. And then you wait until you’re called up to pick up your meal and that is when the fun begins