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rickps ([personal profile] rickps) wrote2009-04-06 12:46 pm

A Pancake as Big as a Manhole Cover

I've been trying to change my eating habits.  Really, yeah, I am.  I've accepted and am pretty comfy with my "inner chubby" and all that it means.  My decision, live with it bitches!

Part of the change process is breaking with the mantra good old Mom beat into me as a kid... You're not done until the plate is empty!  Mom added her own heaping spoonful of Jewish guilt with... Millions are starving in India, Richard!  Gotta love mothers.

So, the other weekend, I went out to breakfast with my best friend Todd at a popular local restaurant that is normally so crowded that wait times approach an hour.  I ordered one of their flapjacks (yeah, OK, it's not health food, note comment to bitches earlier).  In due time out came a platter containing a flapjack.  One.  No tape measure was available but it easily measured 18 inches by 12 inches.  And it was delicious.  I mean possibly the best pancake I've ever eaten.

But (and you knew there was going to be a 'but'), I was stuffed and full before I'd reached half way.  So I stopped eating.  The waitrons, familiar with the mega portion size that were turned out of the kitchen, came by to giggle and ask if I was done.  Todd had ordered some sort of omelet and his eyes too were glazed over.

So what's with restaurants that serve humongoid sized meals?  They all do it, or so it seems.  is it me, or does everybody come down with glazed eye syndrome?

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