You know that feeling you have at the end of a particularly large meal? You push back your chair, convinced that one more bite of food will push you from satisfied to sick. Then, as you wait for the bill to come you realize that you've eaten just a bit too much? What might you do after such a meal? Go home and collapse on the couch? Take a brisk walk around the neighborhood to burn off a few of those excess calories? Would you ever consider driving to another restaurant? This past Saturday night that's just what we did. Some may call it unabashed gluttony, Jen called it a "Progressive Dinner". The idea was to visit restaurants who bank their entire reputation on one dish. It was a terrific idea, eat one course, drive, enjoy another course. It went horribly awry at Alondra Hot Wings and I really have only myself to blame.
"Hot sauce and ranch dressing "blasted" fries? Yes please! Your fried zucchini is the best in town? Bring it on! We certainly can't leave without trying at least two varieties of your famous wings!"
It was only our second stop and I ordered enough food for entire meal. As we pulled up to our third stop, Henry Moffett's Chicken Pies the mood was decidedly grim. We had set out to accomplish something and by god, we were going to do it, come hell or mile high biscuit! Being seated to order a meal when you are enormously full of food is an unsettling experience. We made it through, thanks to some hefty to go boxes. (Fun fact: Biscuits with honey are ALWAYS delicious. Move over Jello, over-eaters have a new go to dessert!) We ended our marathon meal at the Muzio's. At Jen's insistence, we all sampled the goods I had hauled home from The Frosted Cupcakery . These cupcakes seem innocently delicious, but to me they are the final high hurdle in the race to excess. As the smell of brewing coffee filled the air, it mingled with the scent of frosting and finally..........victory.