The Nacho Buffet Blueprint

National Buffet Day got me thinking — why stop at variety when perfection exists? Buffets promise “a little of everything,” but what if “everything” was nachos?

Picture it: an entire buffet designed around the art of nacho assembly. Stainless steel trays stretching endlessly in every direction — rows of chips under warming lights, bubbling cheese in cascading fountains, jalapeños rotating like fine jewelry. Guac in chilled basins, salsa bars glowing red like the heart of a star. A whole corner devoted to experimentation — dessert nachos, breakfast nachos, questionable fusion nachos you’ll regret and still go back for.

You wouldn’t need a plate; you’d need strategy. A first pass for reconnaissance. A second for commitment. A third for closure. The concept isn’t gluttony — it’s faith. Faith that there’s no such thing as too much cheese, only not enough conviction.

Someday, maybe this buffet will exist. And when it does, I’ll be there — not at the salad bar, not pacing the dessert aisle — but right in the center, building a plate that says, “I learned nothing, and that’s growth.”