You all know the girls and I love Japanese food. On a whim, we decided to do lunch at Mizu yesterday. It’s tucked away in some obscure corner of a nearby suburb, way off the beaten path. We didn’t even know the place existed.
Strangely there was no starving early bird of a Sunday crowd that we’ve come to associate with buffets, which was good. Up flights of tiny narrow staircases and we were in a cozy (read: small) place with a rather limited spread.
Skye and I were giving each other the puzzled look – this is it?
Apparently there’s a menu checklist that you can check off items that are not on the spread and those will be served to you. Let’s just say that if I have to order off a menu, it’s not a buffet in the real sense of the word now, is it?
We weren’t particularly thrilled about that. We like to walk up and down, survey the spread and discuss what’s good to try or discreetly hoard the stuff we love. I mean, that’s half the fun of a buffet right there. You sit down, take a few bites, chat a bit and then you’re ready to go grab something else to try.

Salmon sashimi is my favorite-st that kept me going back for seconds, thirds and fourths! The slimy raw oysters weren’t for me, eww!

Pregnant fish. No way my girls and I would touch this. As a mom, I definitely couldn’t stomach a pregnant anything! It would just be wrong.

Teppanyaki salmon and scallops from the list. Loved this and the mackerel which I chomped down before I remembered to take a picture.

Chawan mushi which my girls love. I just like the pink spiral.

4 types of ice cream from the list. The cement-colored one in the foreground is a roasted peanut flavor. Pretty good, that!
So yeah, we love the idea of buffets (if only it weren’t so anti-waistline). But they’re so not worth it for us because we’re picky and not particularly big eaters. I know of folks who starve themselves ahead of time so they can binge and make it worth their money. If we did that, we’d only end up with tummy aches and not be able to eat much either. Either way we lose. So forget about it!
Still we ate a lot, by our standards. I think the word ‘buffet’ has a way of taking your brain down the dangerous path of telling your tummy that it’s got way more room than it really does
. When we got up to leave, I swear I could hear the floor boards creak under our weight. In case you’re wondering, yes, we ended up skipping dinner altogether.
So when was the last time you had Japanese? Anything you wouldn’t touch? Any favorites you can’t resist? Any interesting buffet stories? I’m all ears!