As I update this entry, I am watching Man vs. Food. This guy's voice sounds like he just ate a full meal, every time. As if he is stuffed, trying to force words out of his bloated body and like he is standing next to a window sill with a pie in it, getting ready to pounce. I digress. And maybe I'm bitter, confused and strangely not interested in the featured sandwich, a bulkie roll including pulled pork, ham and bacon. I better just type my meals out before this becomes a new entry...
Breakfast: Coffee. Not cool.
Lunch: I didn't eat lunch until late. I went to Guiseppe's Subs, which had a special of homemade eggplant parm sub. Count it! This was delicious, this is what eggplant is supposed to taste like. Thinly sliced, lightly fried, and tons of it. All crammed into a sub roll and covered with marinara sauce, and I ate this at around 2:30 eating nothing but graham crackers up unil that point, this sandwich was gone in 60 seconds. Well not that fast but you get the idea. It was awesome, I might have to go back next Wednesday.
As I move on to the dinner section, the dude on Man vs. Food is catching his breath, possibly grabbing a bite of a polish sausage, and claiming that the chefs are putting 190....190 lbs of ground beef into a pan. Don't worry, they're just making a hamburger for 20 people to eat. Which is still what, 10 lbs of ground beef a person? Does my math suck, or is that screwed up?
Dinner: Probably a blessing in disguise, eating a late lunch made me less hungry for dinner. I went out to dinner with eight or nine coworkers, plus the president of the company, because of a new project teh company is rolling out. Originally, the plan was to go to a steakhouse. I planned on eating a s**** or maybe mac & cheese again. I decided to blur out that word because I friggin hate those things, all leafy and lettucy with a couple slivers of pepper or onion or cucumber. And more often than not, smothered in some combination of oil and other flavors, aka s**** dressing.
Anyways, we ended up going to an Italian restaurant. The soup had chicken broth in it. Okay, no soup for me! All of the specials had meat in them, even the butternut squash ravioli. Which sounds friggin awesome. They had a section for "main courses" and a section for "pasta". I went for the pasta because all of the main courses featured a meat or fish. There were actually only 3 vegetarian dishes in this section. One was roasted eggplant, and I didn't really want to eat eggplant again. The second dish was gnocchi with "pink pomodoro sauce", which sounded like vodka sauce to me. The third dish was penne alla arrabbiata, which is penne with "spicy sauce" basically.
I tell the waiter that I am between the gnocchi and the penne. I have asked waitresses (off the clock) if they are okay with a person giving the server two choices and asking for help in picking one. The consensus is "Yeah that's fine" and "We want you to be happy with what you get...and hopefully that means a big tip". What servers do not like is this "Umm...I don't know what I want to get...what do you think?" So I could be wrong here, but I feel like my "pick from this 2" technique is pretty sweet.
The waiter said the arrabbiata was the way to go. The menu did say the sauces were made to order, and after getting the meal, I believe it. It actually tasted a lot like the "marinara" sauce I make. My "marinara" is probably more like "arrabbiata" because when I make sauce I put stupid amounts of garlic and crushed red pepper in there. I mean, the kitchen smells like garlic for days. I made this sauce one day last year and the neighbor asked me what was smelling so good. Bam!
Anyways, this entry is getting too long. Here is the kicker though. I ordered one of the three vegetarian pasta dishes on the menu...and the waiter asks me "Do you want some chicken...or maybe some shrimp on it?" Ah the classic upsell. Hell yeah I want some chicken. Then again if I wanted chicken I would have probably ordered something else. So I said "No thanks".
But then, a light bulb appeared over my head and I thought..."I'm in a restaurant, scratch that, an Italian restaurant...and there's something about an Italian restaurant that makes me feel like I can order whatever the hell I want, and they will make it that way. "I want the (whatever), but can you (add, subtract, whatever)". So I asked, in vegetarian fashion, and perhaps in Italian fashion "Actually, can you throw some vegetables in there"?
Yahtzee. There were onions, roasted peppers, zucchini, I think some roasted eggplant in there. I hit the jackpot. This was awesome. Good lord the Man vs. Food guy is making out with a chorizo sandwich. Get a room dude. Now they did get some tomato onions and avocado on there, after the fried egg stuffed with hot dogs. Back to my dinner, it was really good.
Actually, Man vs. Food guy is now eating 12 sliders and half a pound of onion rings, it's so hard to look away. His strategy, because he has to eat all of this in 30 minutes, is to keep a bowl of "au jus" handy so he can dunk his sandwiches in it. I typed in the guy's name "Adam Richman" and Google finishes off the sentence with "is gonna die". I honestly can't stop watching this right now.
I will close by saying this. The difference between restricting your diet (with meat, milk, sugar, whatever) and this Man vs. Food cat is simple: be mindful of your decisions. If you have no limitations or restrictions, you really don't need to think about your decisions. Unfortunately for Man vs. Food guy, he was limited by the clock, and only finished 10 sliders and a quart of gravy. No t-shirt for you my friend.
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