My husband does regional travel for work and occasionally I take a vacation day and join him on the road. This Wednesday we found ourselves in North Jersey at a not-so-fabulous Holiday Inn where the only dining option on site was this place...
Harold's is a New York-style deli where everything is huge. We're talking 40 oz. milkshakes and grilled cheese sandwiches made with a pound of cheese and a loaf of bread. Why? I don't know.
I wanted to enjoy a quick, casual breakfast with my husband before he headed out to work (and I headed back to the hotel room to sleep all morning), so we decided to share three pancakes and a side of bacon.
Actually, we started to order three pancakes, but our server suggested that one would be plenty. About 25 minutes later, this shows up at our table:
Yes, that is a pizza-sized pancake and a pound of fried bacon. No, we didn't eat it all. We cut the pancake like a pizza and ate some, then we packed up the bacon to take home as doggy treats for Milo and Zelda.
I think we've found the cause of the obsesity epidemic.