Four Re-Orders and Then Some

Disclaimer: This is not a restaurant review.

I am not a pig, I just really eat a lot. When I say a lot, I mean a lot more than you can imagine. I usually get weird looks from people when I eat out because of the amount of food I consume. Thus, leading me to a question one might ask me: What was my driving force to choose something like restaurant reviewing albeit the fact that people see me as someone who can barely even eat a cracker? Surprisingly, I do have simple answers for that. I can put my reasons into two ideas: I’m a server and I love food. I know I just cannot leave you hanging like that so let me elaborate on each of them.

When I started this blog, I didn’t really know what I’d be talking about. The only thing that kept circling in my head was to talk about my experiences in serving. In the back of my head, I felt like it was not really a good idea because I was pretty sure it wouldn’t have substance and I would just be ranting or raving about customers here and there. I did not want it to be somewhat like an FMyLife kind of thing. Then, it hit me.. What do I serve? Food. Where do I eat food? Restaurants. Reviewing these places would not just be able to make me try cuisine at food places; it would also fill my stomach up. Not bad, I thought to myself. Yay me!

I love food. That’s another simple reason why I chose this topic. Just in case you haven’t read my profile and all, I am a female Asian standing 5’0” and weighing 90 lbs. I find it hilarious how people see me as a little girl incapable of eating more than 5 bites of the food on my plate. I don’t blame them though. I could see where they’re coming from. I’m tiny as hell. I could not be able to handle that much food in my stomach or I’ll probably explode. Wrong.

I have this one favorite experience that I could share. Not only is it one of my fondest memories, but also believe that it would be a perfect example. I went to this restaurant, which offered All-You-Can-Eat barbeque with my best friend. So, our server came to ask us what we wanted to drink. We told her what we wanted and proceeded to say that we were ready to order. I told her I wanted the All-You-Can-Eat Ribs with garlic bread, and mac and cheese and corn nuggets for sides. She looked at me like I was retarded. It was like a “are you sure you want to order all of this food and not just the salad bar ‘cause you might just explode if you put all of these in your stomach” kind of look. I glanced left and saw a couple, probably in their mid- or late-twenties, look at me with a surprised-slash-terrified look, maybe since they were thinking I might be rushed to the hospital afterwards or just pass out from all the food. Our plates came and soon enough, I had my first re-order. Then came the second, the third, and finally the fourth.

I had four re-orders of meat. Not all ribs, by the way. I had re-orders of sliced turkey, beef brisket, pulled pork, and back to ribs, respectively. The people beside our table still had that glaze over their eyes. I, personally, could not believe that I ate more than my best friend, who has a pretty muscular built, stands 6’2”, and weighs around 150 lbs. I knew I was making our waitress run back and forth, so I apologized since I am a server and I could easily place myself in her non-skid shoes. I couldn’t do anything. I was hungry. She said it was fine though. All she was wondering about was where the heck I put all the food I just consumed ‘cause I am so tiny. I told her I just threw all the meat in my purse. We laughed. My stomach kind of hurt because of the jiggle it produced.

In the end, when my best friend and I finally left the restaurant, we realized we didn’t really have any more money to spend, but we did leave with extremely full and happy stomachs (his stomach was still flat, while mine, on the other hand had a huge pudge that looked like a was having a baby.) and also the fleeting question of where the tons of food I eat go. I still could not figure out where it goes or where it is stocked. If I say that it’s all in the super fast metabolism my wonderful parents made me inherit, it wouldn’t sound too exciting and mysterious. So, I’ll just say that I still do not have an answer to that million-dollar question. I guess I just really love food.

      Extra Thoughts on Ms. DJ(Dianne Jacob)’s WWFF(Will Write for Food):

          “Though you might notice that not much is published about mediocre and bad food. Most publications keep negative reviews to a
          minimum, unless the place is famous, expensive or new and opened to great fanfare. Most editors and writers believe it’s best to
          tell readers about places that excite them and give them a reason to go out, rather than telling them where not to go”

      DJ is mistaken because she overlooks the fact that people value their time so much. In this hustle bustle world, people tend to
      overlook the simplest things in life. I believe that wherever they go, they expect to be satisfied… They want to be satisfied. This does
      not only apply to going out to restaurants to eat, it applies to other aspects of life as well. They do not really have the leisurely time
      to go somewhere and just be disappointed with what they were offered. With this said, I believe that editors and writers should also
      tell readers about places that are not really that good so as not to waste precious minutes, or even seconds. In my opinion, it is our
      right as consumers to know these things.