Apart from the extremely satisfying Korean barbecue restaurant in Virginia and the occasional Chinese buffet, I’ve made it a point to avoid eat-all-you-can places ever since I left the States. My metabolism just couldn’t take it anymore. After a visit to the downtown gym last Wednesday night and being late as it was I thought we should just grab dinner in the neighborhood, and waistline be damned I was in the mood for Japanese – the eat-all-you-can kind. It wasn’t of the white-starched linen, candle-lit, costs half a paycheck type persuasion but a heaving stomach on a late school night is enough extravagance to last me a while. Dadbodness here I come.