On my return to San Diego, I told J that we had to go to
Hash House A Go Go. Considering the place was on
Man V. Food I think you'll get the idea about the portions. File it under: Only In America.
As an aside, being on the East Coast now I've almost forgotten about life in a perpetual drought. I might be ingrained to turn off the water when I brush my teeth, but I had forgotten about having to request it at a meal.
In any case, I had promised J food as big as your head. Submitted for evidence: a pancake bigger than A's head. Boom.
What follows constitutes a before section of my crab cake Benedict and R' chick hash:
It pretty much an open challenge to the patrons to finish anything that you order. Frankly, I don't think anyone should do so on their own. No naturally, by the time we left, everyone had leftovers. The question is if it looks like you even ate anything.
M put a dent in his...
And G almost championed his waffle (though he arguably had the most reasonable portion)...
But A had nearly two further meals worth of pancake left over.
R's could have been untouched.
J's had enough for her to eat for three more days.
While I was left with a little...
M decided that he need to attack the fruit.
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