Loudon Buffet — Loudon Square, if you want to split hairs — stands tall, a relic of a fading restaurant time. Beets, macaroni salads, hominy, liver, and dozens of other things. When you
walk in the door, somebody gets your attention from across the room to see what you want to drink. I usually have unsweetened tea. After I fill my plate (for the 1st round), there’s my tea, waiting for me at the table. I like that.
Some people think Loudon Square is dirty. I think it’s just not buffed to plastic perfection like most of the places that have replaced this type of eatery over time. In the name of progress, apparently.
Too bad for progress.
I don’t know what will fill the void on that inevitable day when — hopefully many years from now — Loudon Square closes. I don’t think there’s anything left that fits the bill. I don’t know where I’ll go.
Anyway, to plagiarize some bar review I once read:
Loudon Square is amazing, a nearly-forgotten classic — but please don’t go — you’ll just ruin it for the rest of us.