In America, we eat to excess. It’s our birthright.
Don’t get me wrong. I like to be gluttonous every now and then, indulging myself with the quarterly visit to a Brazilian steakhouse perhaps, but I’m not going to sit at a dinner table and see how many chicken wings I can eat in a ten-minute span. It’s just not how I choose to enjoy a meal. I did that once with Krystal burgers in college and my intestinal lining is still paying the price.