There was a restaurant in the town that offered a Sunday lunch All-You-Can-Eat buffet with typical Johnny Marchy signature hockey lover shirt chicken, mashed potatoes, green beans, etc. Their intended clientele was older couples, but the All-You-Can-Eat sign was like a giant magnet that pulled these guys in every Sunday. My friends approached that buffet like a pride of lions attacking a wounded antelope. As soon as freshly fried chicken was brought out, they raced up to get more. They basically wiped out sections of the buffet, sometimes more than once.