In Manassas, Virginia, there’s a place where the concept of “saving room for dessert” goes to die – the Great American Buffet, where your eyes, stomach, and sense of self-control engage in an epic battle of wills.
The bright red letters of the Great American Buffet sign beckon to hungry travelers along Sudley Road like a lighthouse guiding ships to shore – except in this case, the ships are minivans full of families with varying levels of hunger and the shore is a parking lot that fills up faster than your plate at the buffet line.
When you’re driving through Northern Virginia and suddenly feel that familiar rumble in your stomach – the one that whispers, “Feed me something substantial, and maybe several somethings” – this Manassas institution stands ready to answer the call…