Not bad really, but it is what can be expected from a buffet place. Food is decent although only slightly warm. Good variety of options though and the buffet stations are set up well. Great salad options, and tons of desserts (including cotton candy.)
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Greg S.
Two Words "Upset Stomach" Went here Sunday night while visiting my kids. First off I want to say the server who attended our table was great, I wish I could rate her separate! I tried some ribs, the two I tried tasted great and so I went to get some more. They were extremely over salted, sauced and in parts burned. I should of never tried to eat them and regret i did. My stomach has finally settled down today from my visit on Sunday. I spent most of the remainder of my visit, visiting the bathroom. I should of known better from my experience at the Golden Corral here in Columbus but I figured perhaps this location would be better and my kids like eating there. Never again, Sad they used to be good.
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Jerry R.
I came here with the family for Father's Day. So did everyone else, which is probably why spoons never showed up on the silverware rack. The food was good, though, and the service was attentive. Three generations of us had a good afternoon.
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Caleb T.
This is a long tale of woe that has been a few years in the making. But, I've been to a couple of buffets recently that had me reflecting on past experiences and I had to come back and complete this review. If melancholy were a table spice, then some kid went around to every table and partially unscrewed the cap on the shakers so that if you tried to sprinkle a little bit, you'd dump all of it out on your food. To further this analogy, if you were here at the Akron Golden Corral, and saw this happen to someone at a table nearby, you would watch in rapt fascination at the events that would soon unfold. First, you would witness the expression on their face oscillate between vague bewilderment and cloudy disappointment. (What ... just happened? How could this have happened ... to me?) Next comes the inevitable conflict between horrid disgust and the need to stay seated and just accept their plight. (My cheese covered tater tots are gross now! But ... the buffet line ... its just so far away...) You don't think the guy will eat it. People have too much respect for themselves to do such a horrific thing. But the guy picks up his fork, and as if it were in slow motion, you watch in awe as he starts to shovel the melancholy-drenched slop into their stubble-covered gullet. Why would he do that? Its inhuman to behold and even the most profane of tyrannical governments wouldn't inflict such treatment upon their criminally insane, and yet, here is a man that would do it to himself. And, holy shit, he's doing it again! He's actually going in for another bite! Now, I am not in the best shape of my life, but I can still run a 7 minute mile and I do a routine of exercises each morning to make sure my core is strong. I care, and I typically don't mock people for being a little portly and greasy. But there seems to be a certain clientele that is the mainstay of Golden Corral, and their categories range from 'Abominable' to 'Post-Three-Month-Gavage' to 'OH, DEAR GOD, ITS COMING THIS WAY!' With that visual in mind, and the image of surrounding Akron and nearby Cleveland (where many 100+ year old brick buildings are sadly deserted and, in same places, only half standing), it lends to a certain atmosphere in this restaurant that permeates everything from the air you breathe down to the food that sits saturated in sparsely filled steam trays under shining heat lamps. This leaves everything you eat with an acrid aftertaste on your tongue. Its the taste of resignation. And about that food... For anyone in Southern California, you're probably familiar with the 99 Cent store, and from anyone not from the southwest you can probably infer the concept. And while the 99 cent store brand isn't bad when you're buying sponges or bleach, you probably want to stay away from their brand of boxed mac and cheese or breakfast sausage. But, you can expect to find that here. Rinso Brand, 99 Cent, 4-to-a-Pack Mini Pizzas. They've been opened, microwaved, and dumped out for everyone to enjoy. It's kind of like when you were back in Elementary School and you saw that they were having nachos for the very first time for lunch; remember how excited you got? Yet, when the day finally came and you got in line, they gave you a sealed plastic tray with stale chips and processed, cheese-esque, nacho flavored, gel-paste. They don't taste good, they don't even really taste all that okay. But, you still ate them because, you know, they're nachos. But, they're not. They're not nachos, Virginia. And because of that, everything here is either sub-par or worse. Sure, the selection is mildly impressive, if you ignore anything that isn't strictly American or Mexican. Forget about freshness, everything comes frozen and reheated. If it requires precision, it won't be cooked properly. Dry and stringy is the norm for chicken. Tough and charred is the norm for pork and beef. Any cake or pastry is stale and oddly gritty. (But, Caleb! What about the chocolate waterfall? You're forgetting about the chocolate waterfall!) Yes, as advertised, there is a chocolate waterfall, and you can dip anything you want in it. Marshmallows, graham cracker bits, your dwindling sense of pride, it all tastes better with a hardened and chalky shell. At least, I assume it does. After watching someone at the table get a plateful of dipped treats, they quickly became disillusioned by the tiny, fudge mallets they dried into. It's rather depressing seeing a child's excitement slowly melt into saddened disappointment as he pushes them about with hollow thuds. And its a perfect metaphor for anyone's experience here. So, dig down deep, find your deeply buried and almost long-forgotten sense of shame, and do yourself the best favor you could ever do; go to a gas station, pick up some almost-expired, packaged sushi from their discount bin, and have a better meal than anything you could eat at Golden Corral.
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Meranda L.
Our trip to golden corral was a disaster from the start...we should have walked out when we had the chance(my husband our son and myself). As soon as we come in we could tell the cashier was not in a good mood. Well the people in front of us asked her for water. She answered with "fine" and rolled her eyes. Then she got the water and went to give it to them but they didnt see her so she got mad walked to them (its only a couple feet from the cash register to the pop machine) and slammed the water on the counter. She walked back to the soda machine and an employee asked her if she was ok. She then proceeded to tell the other lady that she was supposed to be helping her and she wasnt, the other lady was running the other registar though she couldnt leave her side to get drinks for anyone else. Then another worker comes up and asks the angry cashier if she was ok. her responce was she was going to kill the customers. ..loud enough for us to hear her. Then turned to us to take our order. We decided to stay bc my son said he was too hungry to wait somewhere else lol, but really he wanted to go to the chocolate fountian (He loves to put gummy bears on a stick and dip them in the chocolate he does that every time we go), even though we were uncomfortable and my son was startled. So at the table we asked the waiter for the manager and he went and got the manager. The manager came right over and listen to our story. He responded by giving us a free meal and said he would talk to the cashier whom he promises is a good employee and is probably dealing with something at home. So we said ok and started to get our food. An employee from the kitchen comes out and walks right into my son almost causing a disaster. Then looks at my son like it is his fault and walks away. So we get our food which there was not much to choose from (lots of empty stations) and what they did have was cold. The meat was tough too. So we eat what we can stand then let our son get those gummie bears he wanted so bad. well an employee got yelled at while my son was dipping his gummies...they were on sticks btw not with his hands. And the employee who was now angry because he got yelled at, yelled at MY SON and said he was not allowed to do that, but we were under the impression that you can dip whatever u wanted as long as your hands were not in it. Not to mention he does this every time we are they and no one was a problem with it.so my son was crushed. On top of all of this out waiter only came to the table 1 time to take plates and he had an attitude that we didnt eat everything on the plate....asking in a rude manner if we are done and then rolling his eyes when we say yes...there was still quite a bit of food on the plate because it tasted horrible. Then I went to the ladys restroom....it was filthy. Stalls we dirty, paper towels everywhere, empty soap bottles left on the counter with soap spilled everywhere; it was horrible. And then there was a broom and dust pan thrown in the middle of the floor.... So in conclusion the service was terrible, the food was terrible, and the place was dirty. we will not be going back and I advise you not to go there either! This place does not even deserve 1 star but I have to put one...
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Zack H.
Golden Corral: "Come hungry, leave without your faith in humanity." Golden Corral might be the worst buffet I've ever been to. You've got all different walks of life here: the single mother of 2 who isn't even old enough to drink; the redneck; the thug; and, if you're lucky, you might find a normal person. The food ranges from decent to downright awful -- and that's before little kids contaminate the food with their cooties and illnesses. Then there's the country music playing in the background. I can't stand country music. A large portion of the people here like country music, so I'm not shocked at all by management's decision. I've been tanning at places where they play country music, but it's because the girl working the counter likes country music. Here, it just seems like they're pandering to Akron's redneck population. And it's not even tolerable country. It's honky-tonk crap. I have an uncle who gives us gift cards for Golden Corral. Every. Fucking. Year. It's like clockwork. I have no idea why he does that. Is he trying to torture us? lol Anyway, don't come here. It absolutely sucks.
Takes Reservations : No Delivery : No Take-out : Yes Accepts Credit Cards : Yes Bike Parking : No Good for Kids : Yes Good for Groups : Yes Attire : Casual Noise Level : Average Alcohol : No Outdoor Seating : No Wi-Fi : No Has TV : No Waiter Service : Yes
Dorothy S.
Not bad really, but it is what can be expected from a buffet place. Food is decent although only slightly warm. Good variety of options though and the buffet stations are set up well. Great salad options, and tons of desserts (including cotton candy.)
(3)Greg S.
Two Words "Upset Stomach" Went here Sunday night while visiting my kids. First off I want to say the server who attended our table was great, I wish I could rate her separate! I tried some ribs, the two I tried tasted great and so I went to get some more. They were extremely over salted, sauced and in parts burned. I should of never tried to eat them and regret i did. My stomach has finally settled down today from my visit on Sunday. I spent most of the remainder of my visit, visiting the bathroom. I should of known better from my experience at the Golden Corral here in Columbus but I figured perhaps this location would be better and my kids like eating there. Never again, Sad they used to be good.
(1)Jerry R.
I came here with the family for Father's Day. So did everyone else, which is probably why spoons never showed up on the silverware rack. The food was good, though, and the service was attentive. Three generations of us had a good afternoon.
(4)Caleb T.
This is a long tale of woe that has been a few years in the making. But, I've been to a couple of buffets recently that had me reflecting on past experiences and I had to come back and complete this review. If melancholy were a table spice, then some kid went around to every table and partially unscrewed the cap on the shakers so that if you tried to sprinkle a little bit, you'd dump all of it out on your food. To further this analogy, if you were here at the Akron Golden Corral, and saw this happen to someone at a table nearby, you would watch in rapt fascination at the events that would soon unfold. First, you would witness the expression on their face oscillate between vague bewilderment and cloudy disappointment. (What ... just happened? How could this have happened ... to me?) Next comes the inevitable conflict between horrid disgust and the need to stay seated and just accept their plight. (My cheese covered tater tots are gross now! But ... the buffet line ... its just so far away...) You don't think the guy will eat it. People have too much respect for themselves to do such a horrific thing. But the guy picks up his fork, and as if it were in slow motion, you watch in awe as he starts to shovel the melancholy-drenched slop into their stubble-covered gullet. Why would he do that? Its inhuman to behold and even the most profane of tyrannical governments wouldn't inflict such treatment upon their criminally insane, and yet, here is a man that would do it to himself. And, holy shit, he's doing it again! He's actually going in for another bite! Now, I am not in the best shape of my life, but I can still run a 7 minute mile and I do a routine of exercises each morning to make sure my core is strong. I care, and I typically don't mock people for being a little portly and greasy. But there seems to be a certain clientele that is the mainstay of Golden Corral, and their categories range from 'Abominable' to 'Post-Three-Month-Gavage' to 'OH, DEAR GOD, ITS COMING THIS WAY!' With that visual in mind, and the image of surrounding Akron and nearby Cleveland (where many 100+ year old brick buildings are sadly deserted and, in same places, only half standing), it lends to a certain atmosphere in this restaurant that permeates everything from the air you breathe down to the food that sits saturated in sparsely filled steam trays under shining heat lamps. This leaves everything you eat with an acrid aftertaste on your tongue. Its the taste of resignation. And about that food... For anyone in Southern California, you're probably familiar with the 99 Cent store, and from anyone not from the southwest you can probably infer the concept. And while the 99 cent store brand isn't bad when you're buying sponges or bleach, you probably want to stay away from their brand of boxed mac and cheese or breakfast sausage. But, you can expect to find that here. Rinso Brand, 99 Cent, 4-to-a-Pack Mini Pizzas. They've been opened, microwaved, and dumped out for everyone to enjoy. It's kind of like when you were back in Elementary School and you saw that they were having nachos for the very first time for lunch; remember how excited you got? Yet, when the day finally came and you got in line, they gave you a sealed plastic tray with stale chips and processed, cheese-esque, nacho flavored, gel-paste. They don't taste good, they don't even really taste all that okay. But, you still ate them because, you know, they're nachos. But, they're not. They're not nachos, Virginia. And because of that, everything here is either sub-par or worse. Sure, the selection is mildly impressive, if you ignore anything that isn't strictly American or Mexican. Forget about freshness, everything comes frozen and reheated. If it requires precision, it won't be cooked properly. Dry and stringy is the norm for chicken. Tough and charred is the norm for pork and beef. Any cake or pastry is stale and oddly gritty. (But, Caleb! What about the chocolate waterfall? You're forgetting about the chocolate waterfall!) Yes, as advertised, there is a chocolate waterfall, and you can dip anything you want in it. Marshmallows, graham cracker bits, your dwindling sense of pride, it all tastes better with a hardened and chalky shell. At least, I assume it does. After watching someone at the table get a plateful of dipped treats, they quickly became disillusioned by the tiny, fudge mallets they dried into. It's rather depressing seeing a child's excitement slowly melt into saddened disappointment as he pushes them about with hollow thuds. And its a perfect metaphor for anyone's experience here. So, dig down deep, find your deeply buried and almost long-forgotten sense of shame, and do yourself the best favor you could ever do; go to a gas station, pick up some almost-expired, packaged sushi from their discount bin, and have a better meal than anything you could eat at Golden Corral.
(1)Meranda L.
Our trip to golden corral was a disaster from the start...we should have walked out when we had the chance(my husband our son and myself). As soon as we come in we could tell the cashier was not in a good mood. Well the people in front of us asked her for water. She answered with "fine" and rolled her eyes. Then she got the water and went to give it to them but they didnt see her so she got mad walked to them (its only a couple feet from the cash register to the pop machine) and slammed the water on the counter. She walked back to the soda machine and an employee asked her if she was ok. She then proceeded to tell the other lady that she was supposed to be helping her and she wasnt, the other lady was running the other registar though she couldnt leave her side to get drinks for anyone else. Then another worker comes up and asks the angry cashier if she was ok. her responce was she was going to kill the customers. ..loud enough for us to hear her. Then turned to us to take our order. We decided to stay bc my son said he was too hungry to wait somewhere else lol, but really he wanted to go to the chocolate fountian (He loves to put gummy bears on a stick and dip them in the chocolate he does that every time we go), even though we were uncomfortable and my son was startled. So at the table we asked the waiter for the manager and he went and got the manager. The manager came right over and listen to our story. He responded by giving us a free meal and said he would talk to the cashier whom he promises is a good employee and is probably dealing with something at home. So we said ok and started to get our food. An employee from the kitchen comes out and walks right into my son almost causing a disaster. Then looks at my son like it is his fault and walks away. So we get our food which there was not much to choose from (lots of empty stations) and what they did have was cold. The meat was tough too. So we eat what we can stand then let our son get those gummie bears he wanted so bad. well an employee got yelled at while my son was dipping his gummies...they were on sticks btw not with his hands. And the employee who was now angry because he got yelled at, yelled at MY SON and said he was not allowed to do that, but we were under the impression that you can dip whatever u wanted as long as your hands were not in it. Not to mention he does this every time we are they and no one was a problem with it.so my son was crushed. On top of all of this out waiter only came to the table 1 time to take plates and he had an attitude that we didnt eat everything on the plate....asking in a rude manner if we are done and then rolling his eyes when we say yes...there was still quite a bit of food on the plate because it tasted horrible. Then I went to the ladys restroom....it was filthy. Stalls we dirty, paper towels everywhere, empty soap bottles left on the counter with soap spilled everywhere; it was horrible. And then there was a broom and dust pan thrown in the middle of the floor.... So in conclusion the service was terrible, the food was terrible, and the place was dirty. we will not be going back and I advise you not to go there either! This place does not even deserve 1 star but I have to put one...
(1)Zack H.
Golden Corral: "Come hungry, leave without your faith in humanity." Golden Corral might be the worst buffet I've ever been to. You've got all different walks of life here: the single mother of 2 who isn't even old enough to drink; the redneck; the thug; and, if you're lucky, you might find a normal person. The food ranges from decent to downright awful -- and that's before little kids contaminate the food with their cooties and illnesses. Then there's the country music playing in the background. I can't stand country music. A large portion of the people here like country music, so I'm not shocked at all by management's decision. I've been tanning at places where they play country music, but it's because the girl working the counter likes country music. Here, it just seems like they're pandering to Akron's redneck population. And it's not even tolerable country. It's honky-tonk crap. I have an uncle who gives us gift cards for Golden Corral. Every. Fucking. Year. It's like clockwork. I have no idea why he does that. Is he trying to torture us? lol Anyway, don't come here. It absolutely sucks.
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