September22009
Caloric In-TANK…?
I like to eat. Everyone I know likes to eat. There is nothing to do but eat. There are plenty of things to eat. Therefore, I eat. Lucille’s Smokehouse Barbeque is good eats.
I normally try not to spend over 10 dollars on food, but sometimes one’s got to seize the oppurtunity to indulge. The oppurtunity, in this case, came in the form as pay day (but with a twist). You see, a couple of my buds and I drew up a kind of agreement/verbal contract that binds one’s first paycheck to the gratification of the other two’s appetites. So basically, Kevin (bud) had to pay up to 40 bucks on lunch because it was his first paycheck.
Well we (Kevin, Anthony and I) ran the bill up to 95 bucks, but eh. It was worth it. Sort of.
Now don’t get me wrong, the food was good -great actually- and I would recommended it to anyone who doesn’t mind spending a little extra cash , but still. I feel the repercussions of attempting to eat half a chicken, a half rack of baby back ribs, some brisket, mac and cheese and corn.
Well, I took note of my condition and here are my findings:
1) The Symptoms of Food:
- Temporary euphoria which quickly dissipates and is replaced with nothing but regret.
- Your ass…
- Coma.
- Fascination with and inability to stop grabbing your gut and love handles.
- Love handles. Yeah, you have them now
2) Food: There is no cure. Eating is too fun. Whatever. F It.
Tags: /Barbeque /food /bad pun /Lucille's Smokehouse Barbeque
