I typically do a longass training ride on Sunday (longass = roughly 5 hours on the bike, which usually totals up 90-100 miles or so). The last little burb I pass through before I arrive home is Avondale, which happens to be the home of Waffle House.
Yesterday, I hadn't eaten enough on the ride and was absolutely starving by the time I hit Avondale. I arrived home with the smell of greasy breakfast food chemically bound to my brain's GBF receptors. I showered up and we (me, wife, tot) headed out for some Awful Waffle.
I can eat quite a bit at this particular establishment. My typical order is something along the lines of cheese omlette, wheat toast, grits, side of sausage, a waffle, juice, and coffee. This leaves me completely stuffed.
I'm about to start eating when this absolutely massive woman lumbers by our booth. By massive, I mean at least 400lbs. My wife then says something like "Holy crap, she's got three plates of food." I glance over and sure enough, this woman is in the process of eating a t-bone plate, omlette (with everything), toast, grits, a waffle, some kind of grilled sandwich plate, fries, and a Coke.
Impressive to say the least.
She reappears, sits down, and continues to eat. A few minutes later, she and the server are having a semi-loud discussion. It appears that she's ordered MORE FOOD and they didn't bring her the right thing. She wanted some kind of cheese-smothered chicken-fried steak plate, and they brought her the chopped-steak plate instead (which, she is loudly pointing out, does not have cheese on it).
She was still eating by the time we'd paid and left. Amazing. 😕
Yesterday, I hadn't eaten enough on the ride and was absolutely starving by the time I hit Avondale. I arrived home with the smell of greasy breakfast food chemically bound to my brain's GBF receptors. I showered up and we (me, wife, tot) headed out for some Awful Waffle.
I can eat quite a bit at this particular establishment. My typical order is something along the lines of cheese omlette, wheat toast, grits, side of sausage, a waffle, juice, and coffee. This leaves me completely stuffed.
I'm about to start eating when this absolutely massive woman lumbers by our booth. By massive, I mean at least 400lbs. My wife then says something like "Holy crap, she's got three plates of food." I glance over and sure enough, this woman is in the process of eating a t-bone plate, omlette (with everything), toast, grits, a waffle, some kind of grilled sandwich plate, fries, and a Coke.
Impressive to say the least.
She reappears, sits down, and continues to eat. A few minutes later, she and the server are having a semi-loud discussion. It appears that she's ordered MORE FOOD and they didn't bring her the right thing. She wanted some kind of cheese-smothered chicken-fried steak plate, and they brought her the chopped-steak plate instead (which, she is loudly pointing out, does not have cheese on it).
She was still eating by the time we'd paid and left. Amazing. 😕
