So, yesterday Jowen and I filled in for Will and Ed (respectively) and we went back for more. I suspected we would need a fifth, but on Victor's urging I started to really believe that the four of us could do it. We had been hearing stories about the platter for weeks, and we were adequately prepared insofar as our jaws didn't drop when we saw the thing.
The Memphis platter contains:
- Beef brisket
- Rib ends (or something, we never figured it out)
- A whole cornish game hen
(EDIT, 1/15/05: This is actually a half cornish game hen, I think)
- Pulled pork
along with sides of:
- Seasoned fries
- Baked beans
- Potato salad
The Elvis platter contains two Memphis platters.
We got off to a good start, actually managing to eat through to the bottom of the platter in places. Pretty much everything was good, and we were off and rolling. Before long, though, cracks started to show in the armour. Jowen was the first to "take a break". Soon Victor was starting to feel it, and before too long he became delirious from all the meat. Jowen came back in but ate nothing but the side dishes, leaving the meat for Derek and me.
Before long, none of us could eat anymore, and there was still most of the cornish game hen left. We were humbled... again. Elvis 2, Lugs 0. I guess that's why they call him the King, uh huh huh. I was in some real pain. I think I tried too much to be a hero, and kept on eating well after I should have stopped. Still, I was feeling okay until that very last sip of iced tea - or as I like to call it, the straw that broke the horse's back.
All in all it was a great time, and I learned a valuable life lesson (that being "STOP EATING, IDIOT"). And with that, we bade Memphis Blues adieu and all agreed to not do it again for at least a month. Good gravy.
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