Great Wall Buffet

Dear Great Wall,

I want to be inside you, eating from your historic buffett.  No sexual innuendo intended.  This letter is an apology and the first step in a series to make amends with the three years you had to deal with us out of towners ascending upon your fortress with the aura of Attila.  I know the crab ragoon challenge and the General Tsao Throwdown were childish and completely uncalled for, but you should not have been playing the crazy Chinese new year pump up music everyday.  I feel I will never be able to truly dance again.....in the buffet lines like we did just the other day.  I also feel that receiving high fives before, during, and post-meal should not be a thing of the past.  Too many traditions have died in this country and that should not be one of them.  Well, at least not in your establishment of pure insanity.  I'm rambling. You know me too well.  I will sing your praises to all of those on the outside of the Macomb island once I discover the medium.  Until then, consider this my formal apology in an on going process to make things right.  Keep the doors open, and they will come.  Godspeed.