Friday, March 29, 2013

The Road, Episode 28: Hibachi Grill & Supreme Buffet

Posted By on Fri, Mar 29, 2013 at 12:11 PM

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Welcome to The Road, my column in which I'm going to attempt — key word: attempt — to eat at every non-chain restaurant on Nolensville Pike between I-440 and the county line. I'll readily admit that even though I live right off Nolensville — Paragon Mills represent! — and revel in the diversity and quantity of its eateries, I have barely scratched the surface of what the strip has to offer. But now I'm going to rectify that, and hopefully you'll join for what's likely to be a wild ride.

Episode 28: Hibachi Grill & Supreme Buffet
Address: 3804 Nolensville Pike
Phone: 678-8183

OK folks, serious question: Where do frog legs fall on that pesky pescetarian scale? Do they count as fish (food-wise, not biology-wise of course) or do they fall into the “meat” category with the rest of the surface dwelling food stuffs? I didn't think about this at all before tucking into 'em at Hibachi Grill & Supreme Buffet. I'm currently trying to reduce the meat in my diet, and I've never had to consider where and how amphibians fit into the scheme. (I'm usually not on a special diet, and I usually don't encounter steam pans full of frog legs.)

Not that I care at this point, the frog legs are eaten, and the diet is pretty much shot for the day. I mean a “cleansing diet” is no match for a supreme buffet.

First of all the name of the place — at least according to the folks at Fort Maloney — is pronounced SuuuuuuPREEEEEEEEme Buffet, like you're an announcer on a Japanese giant robo show from the '60s. (Like Gigantor, but with more EEEE's.) Say it with me: SuuuuuuPREEEEEEEEme Buffet. That's good, now you are in the wacky freewheeling mood that makes a trip to the buffet far more fun. The Missus and I haven't been to Supreme since it opened — the lady is NOT a fan of buffet-style dining — but it had been a particularly long day at work for both of us and the idea of not having to decide on a cuisine seemed like the best of all options. Yay for sloth!

(Seriously folks, the hardest part about this column is deciding which corner of the globe our food is going to come from.)

I was initially a little disappointed in that none of the food was as fear-inducing/stomach-turning as the old-man-tumor-toes that I found at Capital Asian Buffet. All of the food was clearly, well, food, which takes the mystery out of the whole affair and makes dinner less of a challenge, but I guess that's OK. Does that sound weird, being disappointed that the food at a restaurant was actually edible? This column has done weird things to my brain. The food was actually pretty good — not great, certainly less than amazing — but hands down the best buffet on The Road.

Again, I'm trying to keep the meat out of my diet so I can't tell you how the roast beef or the ham were — the former was looking a little dry, the latter like it should have been on a deli slicer — and I didn't mess with any of the more traditional American fare. (Why would you get pizza at an Asian buffet? That seems sorta pointless to me.)

I did however take advantage of the unlimited sushi, none of which was very fancy but it was all very, very fresh. And there's just a plate of kimchi, sitting there, staring at you daring to eat $10 worth of kimchi. (I ate about five bucks worth.)

The clams in oyster sauce and mussels from the cold bar were OK, and the coconut shrimp were ... coconut shrimp. The highlights — and I think this is true of most buffets — were the rather simple vegetables: The stir-fried mixed vegetables, the mushrooms in oyster sauce and the marinated bean sprouts were all tasty. My wife was really happy with her hot-and-sour soup, but not so impressed by the egg drop version. The desserts were pretty standard, and by that point I was over capacity and could only be lured into eating a cream puff — pretty tasty — and some glazed/fried wanton wrapper creation that was labeled “Ranch/Italian”. It was OK-ish, I guess, but it was certainly neither Ranch nor Italian. But then again, it wasn't, an old-man-tumor toe, so I guess we'll chalk it up a a win.

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