"Buffet-style etiquette"

I took Kristy out for dinner last night, and because we neither one knew what we were in the mood for, we chose "Golden Corral", which always has a serious buffet with seemingly hundreds of main dishes to choose from, as well as salads and desserts. We seem to eat out alot nowadays, as apparently the new stove and refrigerator that my wife bought this spring are much too nice to be used for actually cooking food on, or storing left-overs in. (That statement alone will be enough to ensure that our dishes stay clean for another week, if my wife reads this blog). Kristy and I have been together for the better part of seventeen years now, despite our many differences. For example; I'm widely considered to be an "over-the-top", and slightly deranged conservative, while Kristy tends to have more "liberal" views, and enjoys spending money. Kristy would drive nothing less than a Cadillac, while I would willingly travel to and from work in a "Radio-Flyer" wagon pulled by steroid-induced hamsters just to save a buck. I even noticed our prevailing differences last night at the buffet, wherein Kristy, like most Americans, went to the salad bar first, then to the main entrees, and finally to the dessert bar. I believe this is the proper etiquette for this type of thing, as all of the other dining establishments tend to bring you the salad before the main entree, and lastly the dessert. Myself, on the other hand, went straight for the main entrees, (twice), then to the salad bar, just to wash down the baby-back ribs with something deemed to be good for me by the Food and Drug Administration. My only real defense for my eating habits is that I'm a "meat and potatoes" type of guy, and if I'm found dead at some dining facility some time in the future, it won't be because I choked to death on a serving of chick-peas, garbanza beans, or imitation crab salad. I can also "thumb my nose" at most any dessert bar too, unless they play a dirty trick like having a pan of apple or peach cobbler on it, which is considered an unfair advantage for restaraunt proprietors in many states, especially in the "deep south". Despite the many differences my wife and I have, we've been going strong now for a long time, and I don't see that changing anytime soon, unless she reads the first part of this blog, of course. Or the last, cause I like "Hooters" for their hot things too! Whoops! Typo! I mean hot wings, baby.