Monster Meals- Pride evoking binges
I know that with the obesity epidemic in America in full swing this topic shows a bit of insensitivity to the problems of the current era, but to be honest I don't really care. I ate a wonderful 5-course meal here in Nashville last night (believe it or not, there is at least one to be had here), and a few days earlier polished off 10 of the greatest sweet potato pancakes ever to be placed in front of me. This just got me wondering, what meals have you fellow hounders enjoyed so much that you had to keep eating long past feeling hungry but didn't regret a minute of it?
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That would be just about every dinner I had in Paris. :) Our meal at La Truffiere came with an amuse bouche, starter, a free extra course, main, cheese trolley, dessert and après dessert. The cheese trolley had at least 20 cheeses on it and we could sample as many as we wanted. I think we stopped at 5 because dessert was coming and we were already bursting at the seams.
At L'Atelier de Joel Robuchon, we had the tasting menu of 9 courses, and while each course was small, they did add up in the stomach, and the restaurant also added on a special 10th course for us since it was our anniversary...so 3 desserts for that dinner, 2 of which were intense chocolate! I could have died a happy woman. I practically had to be rolled out of there.
My birthday dinner at Danube last year I had a full tasting menu plus a complimentary dessert for my birthday. I polished off everything and had a wonderful meal. Unfortunately, my binge was a little too much for my stomach to handle, so I ended up feeling ill the the rest of the evening while everyone else had fun. I can't eat like I used to!
I've had many memorable meals (both at the low and high end) but one that continues to provide me with an odd sense of pride is about 5 years ago I went to a co-ed bachelor party (translation: big group dinner at a churascarria here in NYC) - I hadn't experienced that kind of eating before and I ate and ate and ate. When all was said and done, I was the last one still able to eat and felt some pride that I was able to eat more than all of the men at the dinner, including the groom to be. Of course I paid for it the next day when instead of an alcohol infused hangover, mine was meat induced but it was worth it.
When I was in Girl Scouts, we took a trip to Pennsylvania Dutch country & ate at an Amish restaurant, served family style. I was 10? 12? Getting close to 6 feet tall (hence my handle) and a ridiculous appetite. I ate so well that day- 7 pieces of fried chicken, mashed sweet potatoes, green beans, at least 5 rolls, tried 5 or 6 desserts, plus mac & cheese. The food was fantastic and I'm glad that I didn't suffer for my gourging afterwards. Since over 20 years have passed, I know I can't eat like that anymore, but give me some good fried chicken & I'm guaranteed to have as many pieces as possible!