Even though I've dialed it down a notch, I still eat a lot. Heck, I still have nicknames that basically mean, "you eat a lot." It is what it is, and since I'm not morbidly obese, I figure it's fine to continue eating a lot. Also, I'm not a huge guy. As you can imagine, this leads to all manner of funny anecdotes.
The latest one involved deep dish pizza and some coworkers from overseas. We wanted to let them sample various other things that they wouldn't get back home, so one of the items on the list was Zachary's. I've always liked the food there, since it's a hearty meal. In fact, we had to warn our visitors that this was the case, so that they knew what to expect. We also didn't want them to try to order four of the things and find ourselves with too much food.
Regardless, we put in our orders, and got down to work. Not thinking anything of it, I had my usual couple of slices of pizza. I didn't really pay too much attention to how much everyone else was eating, but in hindsight, I don't think everyone had a second slice. Of course, that left a handful of slices, and there were something like eight people at the table. Eventually, people started chopping up the remaining slices so that we could finish the meal. I ended up eating roughly three fourths of another slice this way (yeah, I'm not entirely sure how that happened, either), and I was quite content.
This was when someone pointed out that I was sitting squarely between two big guys who both had something like 6 inches and 80 pounds on me, and I had probably eaten more than both of them put together. There was a lot of laughter at that point. It's not like I'd planned it that way, but somehow that's what resulted. One of those guys even commented that I eat more than just about anyone he knows (yay, I think).
Of course, people who know me well have seen this phenomena on more than one occasion. My appetite has been this way for quite a while, so it's not like I'm suddenly discovering my powers of eating. Nope, I've been doing this for roughly forever. This has led to one other interesting turn of events: I now have a type of meal named after me.
It all came about when a bunch of us were having dinner a while back. The Mild Ex ordered something she'd never had before, and the waiter asked her if she knew what it was. She truthfully replied that she had not, but that she wanted to try it. He warned her that it was rich, but upon realizing that she really did want to try it, he assented (no, that's not the funny part). When it came out, we suddenly understood his initial skepticism. It wasn't just that it was rich; it was full of several hearty items, and the portion size was nothing to laugh at.
All of that leads me to the punch line;
Me: "Oh, that looks good. Maybe I should've gotten that instead."
Friend: "Yeah, that looks more like a Sam meal."
There you have it. Big, hearty meals are now officially "Sam meals." Yay, I think.
The latest one involved deep dish pizza and some coworkers from overseas. We wanted to let them sample various other things that they wouldn't get back home, so one of the items on the list was Zachary's. I've always liked the food there, since it's a hearty meal. In fact, we had to warn our visitors that this was the case, so that they knew what to expect. We also didn't want them to try to order four of the things and find ourselves with too much food.
Regardless, we put in our orders, and got down to work. Not thinking anything of it, I had my usual couple of slices of pizza. I didn't really pay too much attention to how much everyone else was eating, but in hindsight, I don't think everyone had a second slice. Of course, that left a handful of slices, and there were something like eight people at the table. Eventually, people started chopping up the remaining slices so that we could finish the meal. I ended up eating roughly three fourths of another slice this way (yeah, I'm not entirely sure how that happened, either), and I was quite content.
This was when someone pointed out that I was sitting squarely between two big guys who both had something like 6 inches and 80 pounds on me, and I had probably eaten more than both of them put together. There was a lot of laughter at that point. It's not like I'd planned it that way, but somehow that's what resulted. One of those guys even commented that I eat more than just about anyone he knows (yay, I think).
Of course, people who know me well have seen this phenomena on more than one occasion. My appetite has been this way for quite a while, so it's not like I'm suddenly discovering my powers of eating. Nope, I've been doing this for roughly forever. This has led to one other interesting turn of events: I now have a type of meal named after me.
It all came about when a bunch of us were having dinner a while back. The Mild Ex ordered something she'd never had before, and the waiter asked her if she knew what it was. She truthfully replied that she had not, but that she wanted to try it. He warned her that it was rich, but upon realizing that she really did want to try it, he assented (no, that's not the funny part). When it came out, we suddenly understood his initial skepticism. It wasn't just that it was rich; it was full of several hearty items, and the portion size was nothing to laugh at.
All of that leads me to the punch line;
Me: "Oh, that looks good. Maybe I should've gotten that instead."
Friend: "Yeah, that looks more like a Sam meal."
There you have it. Big, hearty meals are now officially "Sam meals." Yay, I think.
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