I had the “hollow leg” of my youth clear into my 40s. But by 45 I could feel it noticeably collapsing, and by the age of 50 it was almost completely gone.
In my late 20s I polished off 7 full racks of ribs in one sitting. These days I have trouble getting completely through one full rack.
First time I ever had racks outside of home, was at a local restaurant called Kelly O’Bryans. I was in my mid-20s at the time. Decided to “Irish size” the order to two racks, not aware that they were already running a special that doubled the racks. Entire party stared in shock when four f**king racks came out balanced on a single platter. And I ate them all. Including all of the pachos (cross-cut fries with a house dip sauce).
Second time was when Montanas came to town a few years later. At the time they were still doing six bones a refill, instead of the current 3-4. Had the whole initial rack (something they also stopped doing, only half a rack to start these days) and then did 12 refills. So seven full racks of ribs. I still have that receipt somewhere filed away in my bookkeeping.
Being able to eat, like, 8 meals a day and not feel like shit that night or the next day.
At some point my metabolism finally started to slow down.
Pizza. Nightly.
I had the “hollow leg” of my youth clear into my 40s. But by 45 I could feel it noticeably collapsing, and by the age of 50 it was almost completely gone.
In my late 20s I polished off 7 full racks of ribs in one sitting. These days I have trouble getting completely through one full rack.
7 racks? Wtf?
Yyyyyyup. Baby back ribs, my absolute favourite.
First time I ever had racks outside of home, was at a local restaurant called Kelly O’Bryans. I was in my mid-20s at the time. Decided to “Irish size” the order to two racks, not aware that they were already running a special that doubled the racks. Entire party stared in shock when four f**king racks came out balanced on a single platter. And I ate them all. Including all of the pachos (cross-cut fries with a house dip sauce).
Second time was when Montanas came to town a few years later. At the time they were still doing six bones a refill, instead of the current 3-4. Had the whole initial rack (something they also stopped doing, only half a rack to start these days) and then did 12 refills. So seven full racks of ribs. I still have that receipt somewhere filed away in my bookkeeping.
I was the same, but now that I’m working my ass off at 54, I struggle to get enough calories down the hatch. Feel like I’m 20 again.
What, your body isn’t sounding like Rice Crispies every time you move? 🤣🤣🤣