While G and I were in Chicago we ate like fatpigs. George gained 15 pounds in the month of December…I’m not telling you how much I gained. Let’s just say that I should probably run a marathon every day for the next month, get the stomach flu a couple of times and then maybe I’d only be 5 pounds over my normal weight (which is about 70 pounds over my goal weight).
In true fatpig fashion, G, his sisters, his step-mom and I headed to this Chicago classic:
And there was a serious line when we got there.
I love it when you can stand in line and stare at everyone eating.
Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up!
G had to go to the bathroom while we were waiting. When he came back, he asked for the camera and came back with this picture:
That’s Rosie Perez over the urinal…I don’t understand.
It took a good 20-25 minutes before we were seated, but because I’d stared down everyone in the restaurant (and their food), I knew I was ordering these:
Because I’m healthy like that.
And to go with the fries…an omelet.
A ginormous vegetarian omelet (with about 1 pound of cheese), waffle fries and a side of greasy hair. Tiffani (G’s sister) was not impressed.
The other fatpig ordered this:
That’s G’s sister, Carla (she’s the mother of 3 of the monsters…Brya, Jayla and Carsyn). What you can’t see is the other giant plate of food for G that contained 2 pieces of chicken and 3 sides (macaroni and cheese, collard greens and yams). Just a light lunch.
And look at the entire table of food!!!
We could barely fit all our food on the table! Balls to the wall, balls to the wall.
And if you think I didn’t eat my two plates of food…you’re wrong.
The only thing left is half a piece of cornbread I stole from G’s plate. I have some serious issues. You can see G’s demolished plates in the background.
Some real fatpig-ness.