Nobody prepares you for your first Myrtle Beach seafood buffet. Not really. You can read the reviews, you can hear your neighbor rave about it, you can even see the pictures online, but none of that actually conveys what it's like to walk in the door and realize you have made a series of decisions that are about to be tested.
There's also one dish on almost every one of these buffets that nobody talks about and everybody walks right past. I'll tell you which one, and you'll thank me later.
It Starts Innocently Enough
You get your plate. A perfectly reasonable, modestly sized plate, and you think to yourself, "I'll just get a little bit of everything, no big deal." And then you actually reach the buffet line, and jeez louise, it is a lot of food.
Peel-and-eat shrimp in one direction. Snow crab legs in another. Fried flounder, fried shrimp, fried oysters, fried scallops. A whole separate spot just for hush puppies. A carving station somehow involved even though you came here for seafood. A soup station. And somewhere off in the corner, a completely unnecessary but deeply appreciated dessert table you will absolutely visit despite your better judgment.
The Math Never Works Out the Way You Plan It
Every single person who walks into one of these buffets has the exact same internal monologue. "I'll pace myself." "I won't overdo it." "I'll try a little of everything first, then go back for what I liked best." And every single person fails at this in roughly the same way:
| Plate | What you planned | What actually happens |
|---|---|---|
| One | A small, sensible sampler | A reconnaissance mission that's somehow 80% fried |
| Two | Just your favorites from plate one | The greatest-hits tour, now with crab legs |
| Three | Nothing. You said you'd stop at two | The crab legs were right there, and it felt rude not to |
| Dessert | Definitely not | Banana pudding. Obviously |
A Few Honest Tips From Someone Who's Been Dragged to More of These Than I Can Count
Don't fill up on the fried stuff first. I know it's tempting. It's also the easiest thing to get full on, and the first thing you'll regret prioritizing once you spot the crab legs.
Use the tools. There is no elegant way to eat a snow crab leg, and pretending otherwise just slows down the whole table. Crack away. Nobody's judging you, and if they are, they have butter on their chin.
Pace your trips. Nobody is timing you, and the food is not going anywhere, so there's genuinely no reason to stack an entire pound of shrimp onto one plate like you're preparing for a famine.
And here's the one I promised: please, for the love of all that is holy, do not skip the she-crab soup just because it isn't flashy. It's a rich, creamy Lowcountry classic, it's quietly one of the best things on the whole line, and it gets completely overlooked by people racing straight for the crab legs.
Do not skip the she-crab soup just because it isn't flashy.
Why This Is Genuinely Part of the Grand Strand Experience, Not Just a Tourist Trap
Yes, some of these buffets exist purely to catch tourist traffic, and yes, quality varies a lot from one to the next. Ask a neighbor before you pick one. But there's something genuinely fun about the format itself, especially with a big group. It removes all the decision paralysis of a normal seafood menu, because the answer to "what should I get?" is simply "yes, that too." And it's built for a big table of people with wildly different tastes: the picky eater and the adventurous eater both walk away happy, and nobody has to fight over a shared appetizer.
A Word of Caution for Your First Time
Wear something with a little give in the waistband. I mean this sincerely. Nobody has ever regretted this decision, and several people have regretted not making it.
If you're newly relocated here and haven't done one of these yet, budget for it happening eventually, because it will. It's basically a rite of passage the first time your parents or your college roommate visits and insists on "the seafood place with the buffet," and you will walk out of there stuffed, slightly regretful, and already planning your strategy for next time. (And once you're ready for something a little more refined, go find yourself a proper bowl of shrimp and grits.)
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