The Pantry, downtown LA, after the Lakers game.
It was 10:3opm. I had eaten only about 600 calories all day, 60% of which was protein. We had walked seven miles. There was probably never a better time for a cheat meal.
And I couldn’t finish everything. Neither could the kid. The stomach apparently shrank along with the belly.
That said, there is nothing like comfort food, done right, and in generous portions to remind you of exactly how beguiling a foodie’s life could be.
My next cheat meal is scheduled for dinner on Saturday, January 19th in Chicago. That will be either hot dogs and tater tots, or Giordano’s pizza (2 slices.)