I'll be the first to admit it, i am one greedy customer. I can't just order one thing, i have to get EXTRA this or a side of that or, if i'm feeling peckish, i'll order two meals and eat them simultaneously (much to my eating partners horror/embarassment). The vietnamese have a saying that 'ones eyes are bigger than ones belly'. Not me though, i think my eyes and stomach are pretty much neck and neck. i pride myself on being able to finish everything on my plate. Overeating, yes, but over-ordering, never. That was until i went to Sizzlers, Kogarah. There used to be a lot more sizzlers in Sydney back in the day, i guess people became fussy and were after a more sophisticated dining experience. Still, there are some of us that actually like to eat out of troughs, so there remains a couple of strategically placed sizzlers around. I'm not unfamilliar to how it all works, you order a main (smokey bbq ribs), get your bottomless softdrink and the all important Salad Bar. I won't go much into how the food was, the ribs were nice enough, but it's all slop really, you go for the quantity not quality (and for the thick cut cheesy toast, sooo good). My biggest mistake was that i didn't pace myself. I'd already polished off two trips to the salad bar by the time my ribs landed. And by 'salad' i mean 'carb-loading crap'. I had had potatoes 6 ways, pasta, rice, rolls, "crab" sticks, corn chips, "bolognese"... i was in whitey central. So by the time i had sucked my last pork rib bone dry, i was starting to get a little full. "I'll just have a couple of soups" i then thought as i ladled me a pea&ham soup AND a pumpkin soup, "it's all water really.." and boy it sure was. By then my friends were begging me to stop, but what's a trip to sizzler without sampling the delights of the dessert bar? Okay, i could have excercised restraint and pulled myself a more sensibly sized soft serve, but those machines are just too much fun. And the toppings! Needless to say, and it's the thing to do i notice as i look at other (kiddy) tables around me, after just two bites, i ended up childishly playing with my ice creamy leftovers. I just couldn't eat the rest, i was FULL. I have to say though, it was a bloody good effort. The only things left were that ice cream and the baked potato that came with my main. I didn't feel toooo bad for all the starving peeps in Africa, but what i did feel was paralysed from ingesting essentially enough food for five (starving people in Africa). No joke i was in pain for the rest of the night and vowed never to put myself in such a dangerous situation again. All-you-can-eat, for me=death trap.
