John Mata’s blog got me thinking about all of the weird places I’ve stopped in for lunch, and the aftermath. When Senior Editor Dan Ward and I were in Houston to shoot the cover of issue #12, breakfast on day two started out innocent enough, we went to IHOP.
Dan turned his back on all that is American, and ordered French toast. Don’t ask me why. After eating a 10-year-old girl’s portion, he, appropriately, waved a white flag and surrendered. See what French toast does to you!
After the heat began to take its toll, Dan decided that we should go to Sonic for a shake (great idea) and then to Krystal for a couple of burgers (brilliant idea!). When Dan asked me how many burgers I wanted, I thought back to my huge, man-sized breakfast, and told him “two or three” would do. Dan, recovering from his moment of French-toast-inspired weakness, let his hunger get the better of him and he ordered an entire sack of Krystal burgers, 12 in total. The jubilation at the feast that followed was soon eclipsed by some serious lethargy. It’s amazing we got anything done.