Tucked away in Portland’s urban landscape, where artisanal toast can cost more than your first car payment, Super King Buffet stands as a monument to glorious excess – a place where the oyster bar alone has Oregonians calculating acceptable driving distances for all-you-can-eat seafood.
The concept of “value” takes on new meaning when you’re standing before a seemingly endless array of food with nothing but time, an empty plate, and a stomach that believes in you.
Super King Buffet isn’t trying to win James Beard awards – it’s trying to win your heart through sheer, unapologetic abundance.
From the outside, Super King Buffet embraces a certain strip-mall modesty…