The Curse of the Big Food
Poor Melissa. The other day we went to lunch at In Vino Veritas, and she was telling me she had a terrible curse. Every time she orders food from a restaurant it's an army sized serving. I chuckled and scoffed.
No longer will I scoff. She really is cursed. Poor girl.
Check out the size of this burrito she got at Maya:
No longer will I scoff. She really is cursed. Poor girl.
Check out the size of this burrito she got at Maya:
posted by rebecca at 4:48 PM
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Have you heard about the fried clams that Kris ordered when he was about 5 or so? We were all at the beach and went out for dinner. He liked steamers (which they didn't have), and everyone told him fried clams were good, too. The platter came out mounded up with about 100 fried clams on it and he burst into tears. TOO funny!
yeah. this definitely reminds me of the kris with clams story. the hilarious thing about melissa is that she's really cursed, though. she tries to look at the menu and find the thing that will be the smallest, and then when the waiter comes she asks what the size of the meal is. their response is almost always "it's not that big".
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