It’s the day after New Year’s, you know you ain’t cookin!

On January 2nd, America bravely pauses its busy schedule to honor National Buffet Day, a sacred holiday celebrating the noble art of eating everything in sight “because it’s there.” The buffet, that shining beacon of democracy, promises something for everyone—from picky toddlers to adults who inexplicably believe mixing shrimp, pizza, and Jell-O is a personality trait. It’s the only place where personal restraint goes to die and plates are stacked so high they resemble architectural stress tests. Truly, nothing says “family-friendly dining” like a room full of strangers silently competing for the last crab leg.

The buffet system itself is a marvel of human engineering: all the food, all at once, under heat lamps that gently whisper, “Eat me now or regret it later.” Designed to feed large groups efficiently, buffets thrive in hotels, conventions, and events where the goal is maximum calories with minimal human interaction. And yes, they allegedly work at home too—assuming you enjoy spending three days cooking, one hour eating, and the rest of the week questioning your life choices while washing serving trays. But convenience is king, and nothing is more convenient than letting people serve themselves while you quietly judge their portion control.

Historically, the buffet began as the Brannvinsbord in 16th-century Sweden, which was essentially a schnapps table—because nothing says “civilized dining” like starting with hard liquor. It evolved through railroads, smorgasbords, and eventually made its glamorous debut at the 1939 New York World’s Fair, where Americans looked at Swedish food and said, “Yes, but what if we added more of it?” By the mid-20th century, the word “buffet” had entered the English language, forever linking it with abundance, questionable food combinations, and the universal understanding that the first plate is just a warm-up.

So head to your local Cracker Barrel, or whatever buffet spot is in your town and chow down!

Doc Reno