Nothing exceeds like excess
So I just got done watching the host of Man vs. Food on the Travel Channel try to down a five-pound hamburger after gorging on, in various episodes, fried chicken, deep-dish Chicago pizza, and dagwood sandwiches with french fries in the sandwich. I’m not opposed to novelty TV. In fact, I love it. I’m a devotee of Survivor, The Amazing Race, Top Chef, Hell’s Kitchen and No Reservations. I have been known to consider skipping my son’s choir concerts if an episode of any of the above is airing. I haven’t done it yet, but especially the year they did The Music Man I got very, very close.
I’m not a prude about people eating excessively, even in an era where half the world’s population is going hungry. It’s good TV and I doubt the “Therminator Burger” is going to make its way to Darfur anytime soon. But I do wonder this: Why is the host, whose name escapes me and I’m too lazy to look up, not a complete blimp? He looks to eat about five pounds of food a day and none of it healthy.
And that leads me to Golden Corral, the most offensive restaurant concept in the history of the culinary arts.I have been to the Golden Corral approximately one time. Actually, exactly one time. I was horrified. Here is a restaurant where obscenely obese people waddle down a buffet line and heap foods of incompatible types on top of each other. Ravioli atop fried chicken fingers next to fried rice and macaroni and cheese. I understand that the restaurant is not responsible for the horrifying eating habits of its patrons and that you can chose healthy alternatives. But who goes to an all-you-can-eat buffet to eat grilled tilapia and steamed green beans? Nobody, and any restaurant that offers an all-you-can-eat concept knows this.
Are we our brother’s and sister’s keeper? No, and I strongly resist any notion that America can retrain fat people to choose healthy alternatives. I just find the whole notion of stuffing greasy, fatty foods down your pie hole with wild abandon to be disrespecting of the fowl, bovine and sea creatures who – that’s right “who” – gave their lives for naught. I love a greasy cheeseburger as much as the next gal – in fact, probably more – but I get ONE and savor it’s flavor.