The South Beat Me
I pride myself on my stomach of steel.
I can eat just about anything without becoming ill.
Yesterday, however, I learned that I was no match for the Atlanta institution of The Varsity.
We've gone in the past (it's a tradition of E's extended family to lunch there on Christmas Eve) and I've enjoyed the entire experience.
But, apparently, on our other occasions I hadn't had a snack of bacon beforehand, and I definitely didn't munch my way through a cheeseburger, a serving of the world's greasiest onion wings, and half a serving of French Fries.
Just to let me know that I was out of line, my body revolted yesterday afternoon.
I was fine in time for Christmas Eve dinner (mmmm... leg of lamb, slow roasted on the Primo over indirect heat and bacon (of course) lentil salad.)
But next time at the Varsity, I'm going for the cole slaw dogs and will skip the sides.
Also, Merry Christmas, Happy Belated Solstice, and Happy almost New Year!