My relationship with buffets is complicated, mostly because I have zero self-control when confronted with a giant mountain of mashed potatoes.
Every time I step into an Arizona buffet that feels like a portal back to 1985, my inner child does a little happy dance. These aren’t your fancy, modern eateries with micro-greens and tiny spoonfuls; these are the temples of “all-you-can-handle” glory.
I’ve traveled across the state to find the twelve spots that refuse to modernize, keeping the spirit of big hair and even bigger portions alive. If you enjoy cheap thrills, bottomless plates, and the comforting aesthetic of a bygone decade, you’ve come to the right place…