With a tip of the biretta to Against The Grain I point your prurient fascination for the insane to this great moment in American history.
There is a story on Bad Mouth – and be aware that that site isn’t for everyone – about a a guy went to an In-N-Out Burger in Salinas and bought a 20×20… and in competition with his cousin, ate it.
I love America.
In the meantime, I am contemplating what I want to make for Sunday Supper.
Perhaps Coq au vin and … Freedom Fries?
But enough about me.
The guy who ate the 20×20… and lived, wrote this about the experience:
I thought I was dying. Is beef poisoning a disease? It should be.
In all seriousness, this was by far the hardest thing that I have ever done in my entire life. I was in more pain then when I broke my arm. I passed out in the back of the car, and slept for a good hour and thirty minutes until we got to the ball park. Jason woke me up.
I felt a little better, but I still felt like God had abandoned me and the terrible, satanic beef devil had devoured my soul.
Ah, to be young.