I have a confession: I judge buffets by how quickly I regret the third trip. Florida has a lake-country seafood joint that wrecked that whole system, mostly because the endless part arrives hot at the table instead of sitting under a heat lamp.
The building looks like somebody’s weekend cabin, and the parking lot fills anyway. Come hungry, skip the snack on the drive, and leave room for pie.
A Wood-Sided Roadhouse on County Road 470
Traffic thins out quickly once you leave I-75 and swing west toward Lake Panasoffkee. A low, wood-sided building appears along County Road 470, with a parking lot out front, a few pickup trucks, and no giant neon promise hanging over the door.
Is this the right spot? It is…