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Your most Gluttonous feat? (1 Viewer)

rockaction

Footballguy
Ate Pepe's Pizza constantly in New Haven from 2008-9. Never fit back into those pants.

eta* Salivating just thinking about how good that was.   

 
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That one guy

Footballguy
That breakfast buffet at the Flamingo in Las Vegas after a night of historic dranking, winning that $300 blackjack hand (that was a lot for my 22 year old self), getting an escort and haggling her price down when it was revealed her bra and panties didn’t match, did not stand a chance against sobering up and slightly shamed me; I single handedly forced a refill of the bacon tray.  It was a victorious weekend

 

beer 30

Footballguy
Wing eating contest with a friend, at 96 each we both quit.
Similar, used to be an old chain in the Kent-Akron area, the Ground Round, that have all-you-can-eat wings on Tuesdays. We got into a pretty regular routine of getting the crew together and seeing if we could eat them out of wings. A lot of the guys I ran with played football at Kent State so we were some big boys. Best I ever put down was 90-95 but the winner every week usually went 130-150. They hated seeing us come in.

 

cheese

Footballguy
Unfortunately I am notorious for this. I have to think about if there is a specific case to document. I am the guy who will order 2 different dinners from a restaurant, crush them both then not be hungry or eat again for 24 hours. Not sure why I eat this way. 

 

kevzilla

Footballguy
Too much Vegas buffet destruction to list here, but I want to highlight the Sterling Brunch at Bally's. It's $95, but I easily drank that much in champagne. I ate like a mad king, too.

 

Lionsfan011

Footballguy
20 slices of pizza from the $5 Pizza Hut buffet in high school. I had room for another 1-2 slices but the buffet ran out of pizza  :bag:

Friends and I would hit it up about once every 2 months, whenever we had a half day of school. Haven't touched Pizza Hut pizza since college. 

 

beer 30

Footballguy
90 wings? How many bathroom trips?
Just one but it was a doozy. After one of our sessions we had the bright idea that ice cream would help aid the eventual trip to the throne room s we stopped off and ate banana splits. I believe it only sped up the process as a large portion of ice cream, toppings & fruit don't necessarily pair well with 90+ hot chicken wings. Who knew  :shrug:

 

beer 30

Footballguy
Just remembered another tradition we had in HS. Wendy's is a fairly common chain and back int eh 80's they would run coupons all the time for buy one, get one. So after our Saturday morning JV football game, me and few of the other lineman would scrub up, head to Wendy's and have a triple eating contest. Never got past two but one guy did eat a single after two triples which was pretty awe inspiring.

 

MAC_32

Footballguy
Friend of mine in college polished off 17 taco supremes. In a 4 am drunken stooper I scoffed at him and said I could best that. He then showed up after work the next day with 18 taco supremes and a #### eating grin on his face. I made it to 12.  I could have made it to 14 or 15. But I knew 17 wasn't in the cards and pushing any further was going to result in an even messier pool of regret than I was already in for. So I tapped out, wore my shame, then did frequent laps to the bathroom-and-back over the next 36 painful hours.

 

Vanilla Guerrilla

Footballguy
I worked at a pool hall in college.  The owner had a 4th of July party with lawn darts, volleyball net.  I ate 6 of those thick 1/3 lb hamburgers in addition to enough beer to need a ride home that night.  No contest, just kept grabbing one every time I walked by the grill.  Also in high school, dinner was often an economy sized can of chefboyardee ravioli with 4-5 slices of cheese and whatever bread was in the fridge.

 

Da Guru

Fair & Balanced
When I was in my 20s my college roommate worked at a seafood restaurant that had all the king crab you could eat once a year....you had to prepay at the door and even decades ago it was 50.00 a person and he sneaks four of us in the back and had a table for us.  Of course they try to load you up with rolls and mashed potatoes too.

My buddy was the server and he would bring us the biggest legs..were were pulling out hot dog sized hunks of pure king crab and dipping in butter.   I must had had 3-4 lbs of king crab not counting the other stuff...I could hardly walk out of the place as I felt sick and later that night it felt like I was peeing butter.

 

James Bond

Footballguy
In my college days, there was a restaurant that had an all-you-can-eat ribs night. They started you off with a half rack and then gave you additional plates with only two ribs on each. Fine, keep them coming. I started ordering the next plate every time they brought one. It took a while but I ate several pigs worth that night. Never regretted it.

 

mr. furley

Footballguy
40 oz. steak, baked potato and a salad at one of those "eat this plate in under an hour and get a gift certificate" places.

was sweating, gray and feeling like puking at the end.

held it in but didn't eat the next day+

never again

 

parasaurolophus

Footballguy
I cook & bake a lot as hobbies so I routinely will eat all the cookies I just baked within a day or 2 :D
My wife had been procrastinating on baking some cookies. She mixed everything up and then put the stuff in the fridge and a week later she hadnt baked them yet. I decided I would do her a favor and bake them before she got home from work. Directions said bake 12-15 minutes at 350. After 8 minutes they were burning. I quickly took them out. After they cooled there were mostly dark brown with plenty of black edges.

I ate them all before she got home from work. 

 

Da Guru

Fair & Balanced
40 oz. steak, baked potato and a salad at one of those "eat this plate in under an hour and get a gift certificate" places.

was sweating, gray and feeling like puking at the end.

held it in but didn't eat the next day+

never again
Hope you took some colon cleanser the next day.

 

Wrigley

Footballguy
Hmmm, I thought this thread was going to be about eating feet 

ive got to get my eyes checked 

 
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ghostguy123

Footballguy
40 mcnuggets 

90 count totinos pizza rolls

2 chipotle fajita burritos

2 foot long steak and cheese from subway

Many times over eating entire large pizzas

Most of these i could have easily still eaten more at the time but these weren't any sort of contest.  Just random binges.  There are plenty more I could remember if I had more time

 
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spOOfy

Footballguy
i was a young teen and ate 21 slices of pizza (including crust) and was damn proud.

have been also been in donut eating, wing eating, and hot dog eating contests

 

Slapdash

Footballguy
Took down a ~35oz Tomahawk Ribeye at BourbonSteak in DC solo along with some accompaniments (and bourbon of course)

 

jb1020

Footballguy
We had one of those all you can eat pizza places pop up when I was in HS.  Weighed about 275 at the time.  No telling how many slices we put down back in those days.  

 

AcerFC

Footballguy
I have posted about this here somewhere

I stupidly thought that I could eat 8 scoops of ice cream, 4 cones, 3 wet toppings (hot fudge, marshmallow and Caramel), 3 dry toppings (cookie dough, M&ms and Reeses pieces) and pretty much an entire can of whipped cream in 30 minutes.

If I was able to do it, I got the $30 ice cream for free and got a shirt

I put the pail down at 29:59 and ran to the bathroom. 

I have never felt sicker in my life. I will spare you guys the details, but lets just say I was like the girls from bridesmaids after the Brazilian churrasciaria (no idea how to spell that)

WAS.NOT.WORTH.IT

 

Henry Ford

Footballguy
Other shellfish conquests:

Six dozen raw oysters in one sitting.

Three dozen chargrilled oysters with the bread dipped in the sauce.

Nine and a half pounds of boiled crawfish (my wife ate a few from the ten pounds I got and then she ate all the potatoes.)

 
I've had some embarrassing displays at some Chinese buffets.

"You be here 4 hour. You go now!"
This is my kryptonite -- Chinese food and buffets in general.

I've ordered a dinner for 4+ -- egg rolls, pan fried dumplings, order of garlic chicken wings, three-plus entrees representing the protein types (e.g. szechuan beef, general tso chicken, crispy prawns) with fried rice and an order of beef chow mein -- and polished most of it off in one sitting.

I remember having an eating contest with a friend at a buffet where we would literally be lifting out the hot pans of food from the buffet and sitting down at the table to scarf right from them (to the dismay of everyone else behind us in line). My friend won one of these events on sheer will-power alone -- I was stuffed to the gills and couldn't manage dessert, but he plowed ahead with gigantic balls of ice cream for the win -- especially after divulging that he was lactose intolerant. 

Now that's dedication to the craft of gluttony.

 

General Malaise

Poop Lord
Despite being morbidly obese and widely recognized as the EAT-OFF People's Champ, I can't eat very much.  I can eat fast, but once I hit full on the belly, I'm done.  So no competitive eating unless the competition is speed or taking massive bites.

However, I'd like to spin a yarn about the Rose Bowl in 2010, my first and only experience at the The Granddaddy of Them All when Oregon lost a close one to Ohio State.  I flew in that morning, was picked up at the terrific Long Beach Airport and was whisked away to Venice Beach where my buddy and I strolled, fired up a doobie, watched girls in bikinis play volleyball and finally settled in at the bar top of this very cool dojo overlooking the water and it's beautiful people.  Many Tecates were had, friends were met, excitement for the game building deep inside of me and me droog.  By 1ish, it was time to head towards Pasadena.  Number of calories consumed via food products by this point?  0.

Blessedly, traffic was light this New Year's Day and we cruised to our destination, parked in a parking garage, fired up another joint and then walked to an area where bus shuttles were taking fans to the stadium.  Along that walk, I made a small purchase of my good friend, Mr. Jack Daniels and tucked him into my jeans pocket.  We arrived at the stadium and the mood could not have been more festive.  Folks, if you've never gone to a Rose Bowl before, toss that sporting event to the very top of your bucket list and find a way to go.  It.  Is.  MAGICAL.  There is nothing and I mean NOTHING like that setting in sports.  The weather is usually perfect (while back home, no matter what team you typically root for, the weather dreadful), the fans are packed in and rocking and the views of the hills around the old stadium are breathtaking.  Throw in some Blue Angels, the pageantry of college football and I'm telling you, this is the zenith of college football in America.

Game time and it was time to augment the slight buzz I had earned earlier.  The only beer for sale in the Rose Bowl is $10 plastic bottles of Bud Light.  Lines were long to get them, so I purchased a large lemonade from a vendor, made my light drinking buddy gulp down half of the drink and then filled the cup up with delicious brown water.  The game was back and forth, but great fun all the way.  I polished off the booze by halftime and was feeling no pain.  I wandered around the perimeter of the Rose Bowl instead of watching the bands and made fast friends with a bunch of Ohio State fans who also liked to imbibe in adult beverages and devil's lettuce.  Another toke was shared with my friends in red and despite our bifurcation in fandom, a budding relationship had emerged.  My new Buckeye friends returned the favor of sharing my contraband with two cold Bud Lights and back to the seats I went.  Number of calories consumed via food product by this point?  Still 0.

Well, the game turned on a LeGarrette Blount fumble as he was rumbling into the OSU endzone and the Ducks were toast after that.  The game ended and my buddy and I followed the crowd out of the stadium.  Lines for the shuttle bus were massive and since the weather was still perfect, we opted to walk the 2-3 miles back to where his car was parked.  Despite the loss, the game experience was - dare I say it - epic.  The walk did us both some good and it was pretty cool to see all the beautiful old homes with orange trees and lemon trees in their front yard.  Don't see much of that where I'm from.  We got to the car and my buddy wanted to head back to Manhattan Beach, where he said the nightlife would be thriving and who was I to argue?  Off we went.  Thoughts of grabbing dinner was never even remotely entertained.

Longer drive than it seemed earlier in the day, but we hit the bars, met some cool people, fired up another J under the pier of a beach with a small crowd and life at that point was never any better for yours truly.  Eventually, the night had to end, my buddy had to get back to his family who were staying somewhere in LA while I had a room waiting for me in Burbank, where I was flying out of the next day.  The consummate good friend, he drove me all the way back without even a hint of protest.  Dropped me off at the Best Western and headed back to his family.  I checked in, got into my room and remembered one key thing - I had not eaten a morsel of food in perhaps 28 hours of time.  All at once, the hunger hit me like a giant tsunami.  2 am, in the heart of Burbank, no car and no idea where I really was.

In the days before the proliferation of smartphones, old timers like us relied on something called a "Phone Book".  You youngsters can Google that if you like, but it's how we located things we needed and had maps and all kinds of things handy to weary travellers.  Despite my state of inebriation and blissful high, I stumbled upon a little place nearby called "In & Out", which I heard was pretty famous for making hamburgers.  I called and to my pleasant surprise found out that they were, indeed, OPEN!  And off I went.

By god's grace, I found this joint, walked in like a man rescued at sea, arms waving with excitement and possessed with a hunger so great, I meekly blurted out to the cashier "I'll take two....of.....those" and pointed to a picture of a giant burger with fries and a large soda.  There was some confused back and forth, but ultimately, my stomach was able to get my brain to relay what I wanted and it wasn't long before I was handed two large sacks of food and two large fountain drinks.  What happened next is a little foggy, but to the best of my recollection, I got back to the Best Western but could not remember which room was mine.  Terrified of waking anybody up, I went back to the lobby where i had checked in not one hour ago and begged the desk clerk to show me to my room.  I'm guessing my look of bewilderment along with my arms full of fast food provided me with enough pitty to get this poor guy to lead me to my room, which was really just a few doors down from where I checked in.  :bag:

At last, alone with burgers, fries and soda in my little room.  I inhaled the first burger, woofed down the fries and gulped the drinks down, chasing the food into my cavernous gut.   I began to unwrap burger #2, but for some reason, felt like this one would taste better if I was laying down in bed.  With nobody around to shame me in my private lair, I got into bed and resumed eating.  That's the last memory I have of that glorious night.  I awoke the next morning with the SoCal sun beating down on me from a window I had left uncurtained.  All around me were remnants of burger, lettuce stuck to my face, pickles on the pillow...it was like the horse head scene from the Godfather only with food particles and more disgust.  There was mayonnaise and ketchup in places they do not belong, sheets soiled with grease and fries strewn around like dollar bills at a strip club.  Passers-by must have gotten a great glimpse of the fat albino passed out with his edible love interest from the night prior.  When I die and my life is replayed before me, I hope to have access to a fast forward button so we can just skip ahead with this tragic display.

TL;DR, I'm a big dumb animal

 

Binky The Doormat

Footballguy
Similar, used to be an old chain in the Kent-Akron area, the Ground Round, that have all-you-can-eat wings on Tuesdays. We got into a pretty regular routine of getting the crew together and seeing if we could eat them out of wings. A lot of the guys I ran with played football at Kent State so we were some big boys. Best I ever put down was 90-95 but the winner every week usually went 130-150. They hated seeing us come in.
Know it well.  

 

eoMMan

Footballguy
One time at a Philadelphia Phillies dollar dog day (don't remember if it was Citizen's Bank Park or Veteran's Stadium), I battled my friend in the Babe Ruth Challenge.....one hot dog each inning.  We were doing well and made it to the 6th inning but they then sold out.  We couldn't finish the challenge.   <_<

 

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