The Promised Land

So what do you do after you've experienced one of your greatest dreams? How do you come down from it? What happens the next morning? Do you try to have the experience again?

If you know me, you know I love food. I really do. More than most people. And I love a buffet.

So yesterday I went to what can only be described as the single greatest place with four walls and a ceiling in the world. It was a very swanky restaurant; one of those three-forks-next-to-your-plate kind of places, and it was a buffet. It was VERY expensive, and I should thank my mom for picking up the tab on my three-months-early birthday dinner.

In roughly the following order this is what I had at the buffet over the course of two hours (I wrote it all down on an old recipt at the restaurant):

king crab
ahi tuna sashimi
sushi rolls (made on the spot)
raw beef
jumbo shrimp
corned beef
salad
spare ribs
pan pizza
softshell crab
dim sum
lamb chops
spring roll
bread & butter
rib eye steak
escargot (snails!)
shark fin soup
sea cucumber
eel
more pizza
---
garnished custard in a martini glass
ice cream buffet (mango and strawberry in my case)
fondue (there was a bonafide chocolate fountain!)
cherries jubilee
tapioca pudding
chocolate cake
butter tart square
tiramisu
belgian waffle with whipped cream
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This is, I repeat, what I ate, and it represents only a portion of the whole selection. I am visibly fatter.

Every meal I've ever had has been in a sense a slight disapointment, because it either wasn't quite filling enough or quite delicious enough. This restaurant was the perfect combination of extremely high-quality well-made cuisine and near unlimited-ness of options and quantities. It was more than any one human being could possibly enjoy in a single meal.

I don't even know what to do now. Food just doesn't taste the same. I looked upon my lunch today with nothing but contempt. I don't even care what's for dinner later. Other than for survival, why should I even eat again?

Comments

ty said…
good eating and good entry, dude. very impressive.
10:45 AM
Anonymous said…
Wow, kind of puts the B.C. Ferries Barfet to shame!

Sounds like you really enjoyed yourself.

Aunt Paula
5:52 PM
Anonymous said…
Did you move to Houston or something?
9:21 PM
Anonymous said…
Very impressive, Jared. Reminds me of our smackdown at Anton's long ago. We'll have to have a rematch when you get back. Meet you at the Prairie Inn in Saanich for Belly Busters. The burgers are so huge, the restaurant has to bake its own, custom buns. Love, Ethan
10:37 AM
Jordan said…
I know you're already dying to get back there, but I still have grave doubts about being able to eat anything close to my money's worth.

Maybe if I run a half marathon in the morning and starve myself until dinner... yeah, that might work...
4:33 AM
Anonymous said…
When did you stop being a vegetarian?
6:20 PM
Max said…
I went to vegetarian back before summer but it only lasted a month or so. It pretty much equates to being anti-social if you are in Korea. At the moment I eat just as much meat as the next bloke.
11:35 PM
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