If heaven had a cafeteria, it would taste like Casey’s Buffet in Wilmington, where the aroma of slow-simmered collards and crispy fried chicken hits you before you even grab a tray, making your stomach growl in pavlovian anticipation.
The parking lot is always full, but not with tourist license plates.
These are North Carolina tags—locals who know where real Southern cooking lives.
Housed in an unassuming building that practically whispers rather than shouts its presence, Casey’s Buffet has perfected the art of letting the food do the talking…