Where’s The Beef?
Here’s your beef, Ms. Peller.
I got an email from Fuddruckers restaurant alerting me to their Fat Tuesday food challenge: a three pound hamburger with one pound of fries and a bottomless soft drink for $19.99. If you can eat that monster meal in under an hour, you’re rewarded with two free meals for future visits and a free t-shirt.
The idea of a three pound hamburger is a little nauseating, but I’ve also seen enough episodes of Man v. Food on the Travel Channel to know how to tackle something like that. Of course I don’t have a TV show where I get paid to eat a lot of food, but on the other hand, that t-shirt…
I’d really like that t-shirt.
Pizza, cookies, pie, and cake: I eat all of these, but in normal quantities. I have a major cheeseburger thing, though. Seriously, major. Cheeseburgers are my favorite food. My eternally twelve-year-old taste buds dance with glee for good burgers. My guess is that a large percentage of those able to down that ginormous burger-feast-o-rama would be men, but I’d bet if there was a woman able to handle the task, that woman would be me.
PS: This is not something I’m particularly proud of, but I remain committed to my 100% honesty pledge, even when the truth isn’t pretty.
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Is it almost Fat Tuesday? Oh no. I hate Fat Tuesday.
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Why do you hate Fat Tuesday?
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