Great Wall Buffet

Look… it’s a Chinese buffet. I went in with exactly zero expectations for the ranch, but I still figured, “when in Rome,” right? Wrong. My suspicions were absolutely correct.

There was no smell, which honestly was the best part. Visually, it had that unmistakable store-bought look: thick in a way that feels… unnatural. It didn’t even settle across the bottom of the ramekin. It just sat there like a stubborn blob refusing to participate.

Flavor-wise? Not good. It had that “bottom of the bottle someone forgot in the back of the fridge” vibe. You know when something tastes like it might’ve gone bad, but you’re trying to give it the benefit of the doubt? Yeah. That.

And you may be asking, “What does one dip into ranch at a Chinese buffet”? This was the surprising part: random fried food.

It’s a nope from me.