An entire Papa John's olive pizza, garlic sauce ad libitum, and vanilla coke.
A giant, giant Chipotle burrito with my own smuggled Habenero salsa.
Planked salmon with teriyaki glaze, quinoa with goat cheese, and a crisp beer.
White meat thanksgiving-style turkey, garlic mashed taters, green beans, fresh dinner rolls, a small bit of honey ham, and a giant glass of skim milk.
Indian butter chicken, rice, abundant rotis, mango lassee, and ice water.
Sushi. Tons, and tons of sushi. Warm saki in real clay mugs.
The italian sub sandwiches from the family-owned shop in downtown Downers Grove. So, so good.
Italian beef sandwiches, thick-cut fries, big side salad, and a pepsi.
I should weigh 400 pounds, but I don't. O how I love food, all kinds, all the time, in abundant quantities. I hate myself a little.
Now I'm hungry.