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Michael C.W. Murphy

Shared December 28, 2016

This is wonderful

Nicole Pham

Shared December 26, 2016

I love this.

Tiffany White

Shared January 18, 2017

This is such a great read.

Our meals at Sizzler were the fanciest we ever had. We would go after church, wearing our Sunday finest, my sister and I in dresses and patent leather shoes, my dad in his pressed suit. My brother wore a his clip-on tie. We would order steaks and fill plate after plate from the salad bar, always heaped high, always knowing we could get up and eat more. More baby corn, more crinkled strips of canned beets, more croutons, more cubes of Jello, even when we were full. We wanted to fill our bellies with America, to swallow every last bite it had to offer. My sister would complain as we walked out, saying, "So full!" as we made our way out through the swinging glass doors. We knew we would come back for more.

Grant Boyadjian

Shared December 21, 2016

A fun view of one of the great hallmarks of the American suburbs: the buffet

Alice Hu

Shared August 5, 2017

reminds me of my youngest restaurant memories, those of The Chinese Buffet - a perfect fusion of Chinese flavor and value and American opulence

Stacy Lee

Shared February 19, 2017

Going to Sizzler in LAs' KTown for special occasions and after church is a familiar memory for this child of immigrants too.

Madonna Deverson

Shared June 18, 2017

American food, experienced as a resident alien.

Troy Mix

Shared January 15, 2017

"More baby corn, more crinkled strips of canned beets, more croutons, more cubes of Jello, even when we were full. We wanted to fill our bellies with America, to swallow every last bite it had to offer. My sister would complain as we walked out, saying, "So full!" as we made our way out through the swinging glass doors. We knew we would come back for more."

Troy Mix

Shared January 15, 2017

"More baby corn, more crinkled strips of canned beets, more croutons, more cubes of Jello, even when we were full. We wanted to fill our bellies with America, to swallow every last bite it had to offer. My sister would complain as we walked out, saying, "So full!" as we made our way out through the swinging glass doors. We knew we would come back for more."

Alex Gibson

Shared January 17, 2017

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Spiro Apostolopoulos

Shared January 2, 2018

Growing up, my family did something similar. We would go to the Sizzler (when that closed, we migrated to Western Sizzl’n) just about every Sunday, after church, with my family and grandparents. It was always something I looked forward to, and I could tell they did, as well, I didn’t know it then, but I would surmise a big part of it symbolized the American dream: something opulent that was within reach here that they couldn’t have in Greece. This, and sitting on my grandparent’s porch, are some of my fondest childhood memories. Ah, good times.

Melinda Lewis

Shared December 22, 2016

Dream vs Reality

De Zuu Hamaam

Shared March 19, 2017

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Asraful Islam

Shared May 25, 2017

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