Sadelle’s turkey and roast beef triple-decker is not a sandwich to be taken lightly. There is at least two pounds of deli meat, a half-pint of coleslaw, and six slices of bread on this beast. I don’t want to think of the calories.
A half portion did me in, but Aaron managed to destroy the entire sandwich in a single sitting. It was a remarkable thing to watch. Had he been older or less athletic I would have feared for his health. As it was the only ill effect was an instant need for a long nap and a very late dinner that night.
All of this is provocative, though. The primary focus of the Las Vegas food scene seems to be excess, and quantity is the easiest way to go, from all-you-can-eat buffets to cocktails served in Big Gulp® cups to man-versus-food restaurant entrees like these. Watching my son chew his way in one sitting through the daily caloric intake of a small village, I was struck by how ordinary scenes like this have become in the US. Gluttony may be a deadly sin, but it is a common vice in our lives.
This deserves more thought and more room, so I’ve started gathering string for an essay on big food. Please share thoughts.
Showed up on a busy Sunday afternoon and they sat me right down. They were so fast with an immense iced tea, so accommodating with my obsessive-compulsive substitutions, and so tolerant of my flagrant head cold that after lunch I ordered dinner to go.
The Broken Yolk Cafe is now my official North County (San Diego) bruncherie.
Today the Electronic Nomad is working form a perch above the Ashland Meat Company @ Cross Brothers Grocery. I have a brilliant view of the tracks along Railroad Avenue. My eyes and ears enjoy the sounds of each passing Amtrak and CSX train, and my stomach growls as I think about the sandwiches they are fixing downstairs, and the Baltimore & Ohio Roast Chicken they’re cooking across the street at the Iron Horse Restaurant.
The next time you’re tooling down I-95 between DC and Richmond, get off at Exit 92, head west to Railroad Avenue, turn left and park. Have a meal. Spend a few hours here. Spend a day. I guarantee you will be glad you did.
Drinking my lunch: a cup of fresh brewed drip coffee at Stumptown Roasters and a protein shake.
The protein-caffeine mix is my substitute for carbs.
Stumptown Roasters: beauty in a cup.
Pan-fried Tilapia. Asparagus. Cherry tomatoes. A shot of olive oil. And sparkling water with a lime twist.
340 calories, tons of protein, almost zero carbs, and I suspect my trainer would approve.
Thank you, Virgin Atlantic, for helping me start the trip on a healthy note!
So here I am, about to head out on my first trip to my beloved England in thirteen years, and I shall not be indulging in comfort food.
No meat pies.
No fish and chips.
No scones with jam.
No clotted cream.
So with me I carry the makings of the half of the meals I will eat on the trip:
- Protein powder
- Protein bars
- Protein nacho cheese chips/crisps
To which I will add, after a quick dash to Tesco Metro:
- Rice cakes
- Rolled oats
- Almond butter
The rest of my eats will concentrate heavily on grilled chicken, egg whites, and jasmine rice.
This will be an adventure, not just to add exercise and food prep to my 15-hour workdays, but to resist the food, wine, and beer.
I’ll let you know how it goes.
Since my Trainer Ryan has me eating little meals six or seven times a day, MyFitnessPal wasn’t working for me anymore.
Then I discovered that I could program up to six meals, and call them what I wanted.
Thank you, Professor Tolkien, for the inspiration.