The eating day started out innocently enough: a bowl of Rice Krispies, some OJ, some coffee. But it all went to digestive inferno after we headed to the Curious Kids Museum in St. Joseph, Michigan.
The museum itself was a blast. Addison had fun. Colin had fun. Everybody had fun and not a calorie was consumed. Then we headed to Roxy Burgers for lunch, and here's how it broke down:
Chili cheese dog. Onion rings. Large Coke. Remnant fries. Remnant ice cream . . . with sprinkles. I don't eat chili cheese dogs. I tried one 11 years ago, didn't like it, and gave them up without even feeling the need to swear them off. But for some reason, seeing "CHILI CHEESE DOG" spelled out in red plastic letters proved too oddly compelling to resist. And I loved that chili cheese dog.
We returned home and made plans with my dad to meet for dinner at Quaker Steak & Lube. I had never been to Quaker Steak & Lube, but you don't go into a meal at a place called Quaker Steak & Lube expecting to eat like a bunny. And unless bunnies routinely scarf down chicken enchilada soup, an 8-oz. steak (medium), an enormous pile of gravy-laden mashed potatoes, and four lemonades (they stick a half-lemon atop each one, and they're really good) without leaving the tiniest shred of leftovers, I outstripped those leporine expectations.
Then my dad, Heather, Addison, Colin, and I finalized the meal by sharing a triple rich brownie with vanilla bean ice cream. My belly was hurtin', but my mouth was in heaven. Seriously, go to Quaker Steak & Lube and ask for the Triple Rich Brownie. Abandon all pretense, culture, and whatever other shallow tides of cultured self-righteousness have caused you to turn your nose up at the QS&L and their TRB . . . go get yourself one. If you have the means, I highly recommend it . . . it's so choice.
Fifteen hours later, I'm still full. But it was still worth it.
I love QS&L. Mike and I seriously ate our Thanksgiving dinner there last year because all other places were closed. We had celebrated on another day with family. I enjoyed my mile high of onion rings. I saw someone had ordered the brownie/ice cream you mentioned and we were too full for dessert but I remember regretting not at least getting it and stuffing myself. I'm with you on the cheese dogs! I won't touch a hot dog...childhood memory and it involved a ferris wheel and chunks. Sorry!
ReplyDeleteQS&L sounds lethal! I've been dieting and have lost 10 lbs in 3 weeks (hence the new name "NoCheezburgers" or chili cheese dogs for that matter). One hour at that place would have undone all the hard work I've done so far.
ReplyDeleteAnd you NEVER talk about food you freak! :) You have to talk about it NOW that I'm depriving myself!
I'm glad you let us know what the heck leporine meant!
QS&L sounds lethal! I've been dieting and have lost 10 lbs in 3 weeks (hence the new name "NoCheezburgers" or chili cheese dogs for that matter). One hour at that place would have undone all the hard work I've done so far.
ReplyDeleteAnd you NEVER talk about food you freak! :) You have to talk about it NOW that I'm depriving myself!
I'm glad you let us know what the heck leporine meant!