into the bowels of the buffet/eatery....

So, the Maverick Steakhouse is like a Ponderosa/Bonanza resturant, and taken back just a few steps. Lots of wood panels, rough and coarse, the type you didn't want to rub up next to with the fear of getting a splinter. Through the cattlelike line bordered by wooden railings we reached the faded yellow menu sign with the "oh so good" looking "yum-yums". That's me being insincere, if you didn't guess. So after approaching the register with a steak displayed in front that looked like it had been there all day, we ordered. Halice was kind enough to offer anything I wished on the before menu. I decided I'd order the best steak I could find, thinking it would be equal to the worst steak you might find at any normal steakhouse. After ordering the filet mignon, she handed us to additional oval plates. Halice asked want they were for, and she said the buffet. So, in addition to an entree, there was a buffet added on, huh. Halice went on to ask about the status of the steak sitting in front of the register, in which she said it had probably been there for a couple days, yummy. So it was on to pick a table. I was hoping for something in the back out of the way and out of any site, thinking that if there happened to be a single soul in this one and a half horse they wouldn't notice me. Halice of course sat us to the closest table to plump surrounded buffet set up.