Competitive Overeating

On our way to the airport last night, we went (with my mother, sister, brother-in-law, and little nephew) to Goody’s Cafe. Goody’s inhabits an old Weinersnitchel store front. The exhaustive menu includes an all-day breakfast, burgers, sandwiches, steaks, Mexican food, and on and on. Overwhelmed by both the breadth of the menu as well as the ginormous portions, I listened in awe as one man ordered two Heart Attack meals. One heart attack includes: 1/2 pound double cheeseburger, chili, avocado, bacon, pastrami, and all of the fixings. The burger arrives with twenty (or more) onion rings and a tub of thicker-than-normal ranch dressing.

This food extravaganza got me thinking about a sign I’d seen earlier in the week offering those who pound a pound of pastrami at the local sandwich shop a hat (advertising the shop and the food feat).

Nearly every day in Oaxaca I found things to add to my list titled: Things that would never happen in the US.

Competitive eating is something for my new list: Things that would never happen in Oaxaca.