Golden Corral

My son and I stop here often and usually the food is great, however, a couple days ago we stopped for breakfast and it wasn't that good.  They had several pans of the same thing in multiple places on the buffet and not a very big selection.  I was also turned off when I watched the guy at the grill repeatedly handle raw meat (beef and pork steaks) and then put his hands on top of the french toast and pancakes to remove from grill while using the same gloves.  I alerted the waitress and she let the manager know.  After that he started changing his gloves.  I wanted pancakes but not after seeing that and being afraid of getting sick from the meat contact. And they didn't remove them from the buffet either.

Once again, I stopped for a great meal.  This particular store shines above most GC I have been in.  The customer service is superior, and team work is always apparent.  Fresh, Hot and or cold food with excellent service is hard to find.  I only gave this four stars as I really prefer complete full service, but if you are looking for a great buffet, then this is it.

The low rating doesn't reflect the quality of the good food or the great service. A Golden Corral restaurant used to exist in Riverside, CA when I was little. My family used to go there often when we lived in Riverside. Now there are only four locations in the state, all of which are too far from San Diego. I really like GC and haven yet to be disappointed by the yummy fooood and friendly service.

However, while on a cross country road trip with my dad and sister in August 2009, we eat at this particular Golden Corral and we experience our first heavy dose of racism of the trip. There's a table next to us and the people there are talking about how Mexicans are getting all the jobs and are being given too much power; could have very easily asked them to work the fields, use heavy machinery, and risk their lives for little to no pay. But I decided to be civil. Their talk is further fueled by the fact that my dad looks all scruffy and messy from being on the road. My sister and I walk over speaking English as loudly as we can. The people look at us, realize that we understand English, and take off. Everyone else in the place is radiating so much hate that it starts to make my sister depressed.

Again, I know this hasn't a thing to do with the establishment itself. But it happened at the Golden Corral. Something like this leaves an impression.

The waitress we got, Eva, was super nice, very talkative, and genuinely interested in what we had to say. She didn't think we'd eaten enough and was kind of forcing us to eat some more. Shows me she cares. She was great.