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[–]Vulphere[S] 2 insightful - 3 fun2 insightful - 2 fun3 insightful - 3 fun -  (0 children)

Start from me, then.

When I was 5 years old, that was in 2003... my parents decided to bring me to an Italian restaurant for a dinner. The restaurant has all-you-can-eat so I decided to eat (or binge lol) pizza, pasta (spaghetti, macaroni, and fettuccine IIRC) and drink a lot of fresh orange juice.

A very nice and pleasant experience and that is why today I'm still craving Italian food with a passion.

[–]d3rr 2 insightful - 2 fun2 insightful - 1 fun3 insightful - 2 fun -  (0 children)

One time I was at this mediocre buffet establishment with a friend and his friend who I'd never met, a bigger guy who's obviously down with buffets. So we tear it up for a few plates at lunch time. We're sitting there stuffed and in our afterglow stupor, and this friend of a friend says:

I'd eat more but I have to drive

It was then I realized that one man's ceiling is another man's floor. I thought I knew how to assault a buffet, but there's always someone more skilled and more in touch with their natural abilities. Respect Joe, wherever you are.

[–][deleted] 1 insightful - 1 fun1 insightful - 0 fun2 insightful - 1 fun -  (0 children)

When I was young, maybe about 5 years old, my family was traveling to go see my grandparents. It was about a 6 hour drive so we stopped to have some dinner. We went into the restaurant and sat down at a table and I ,for some reason, picked up the ketchup bottle and took a drink. My father got so embarrassed and angry that we left right then and didn't eat at restaurant again until I was 18 years old.