Reader here, and once again, much like Chewbacca, I’m thinking with my stomach!
Tonight, me and some of my radio cohorts hit up the buffet, and we went to town!
We made sure we ate fairly light over the course of the day, to preserve enough space for the evening meal to come.
I didn’t snap any pictures, as I was too busy eating, but I loaded up on caesar and cucumber salads, dry ribs, fried chicken, honey garlic chicken wings, perogies and garlic toast. Sooooo good!
But, I managed to do it up right… I ate just enough. Not too little to leave me feeling hungry, and not too much that I felt bloated afterwards. I hit the sweet spot just right.
I’ve always enjoyed a good buffet. It goes back to when I was growing up, and my family would take a trip into Saskatoon to shop, get parts, visit family… whatever the trip happened to be for.
Growing up, it was Mom and Dad, me and my three younger brothers. Well, Dad could certainly pack it away, and his growing boys followed suit, and we could all do some damage at a buffet. It was perfect for us – for one price, we could really load up!
There were two in particular we used to go to, both of which are still in business today. One was a Chinese buffet on 22nd Street, and the other is on Circle Drive, in the city’s north end. I haven’t been to either one in a while. Maybe next time I’m back home, I’ll have to hit ’em up!
I also had my most embarrassing buffet experience at another buffet in the Bridge City.
Me and two of my brothers went for supper one evening, and, as is tradition, we all loaded up and chowed down.
My brothers had enough room for dessert, so off they went, coming back with soft ice cream. They tucked into it, and told me I had to have some, as it was so good.
I didn’t have room for it, as I was stuffed. But, Big Brother didn’t want to lose face in front of his little brothers.
I grabbed a small little bowl of ice cream and polished it off.
We finished up and went to pay, but on the way out, I stopped to wash my hands. As I was doing so, I had a little burp.
And then, my brain sent my stomach the message to “reverse engines!”
Well, the supper I just enjoyed made an unwelcome return. Luckily, I was able to get to the toilet in time.
Basically, if you’ve seen “Monty Python’s The Meaning of Life,” you know how I felt. Much like Mr. Creosote…
Yep. Not my finest hour!
To this day, my sister-in-law Aimee gives me a hard time, telling me she that she wants to see me eat until I barf!
Sometimes, it takes learning the hard way, to discover your limits.
And I’ll never live it down.
Anyhoo, here’s another of my favourite Christmas classics, to cleanse the palate! Enjoy!
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