Let me start this post with a confession. I eat like a man.
Yesterday was my birthday and almost half of the text messages greetings I got reminded me of that fact.
“To the lady who eats like a man, happy birthday! Delicious years ahead!” Most of the text messages sounded like that. Most of them came from guy friends who once upon a time got their fair share of moments of defeat for having the guts to challenge me in some trivial eating contests. Philly Cheese Steak eating contest, to be specific.
If I am a different person, I may get offended, but I always take honor of the fact that I can beat most of my guy friends in an eating contest like it’s nobody’s business. Case in point, most of their defeating moments happened at Charlie’s Grind & Grill. Equipped with zest for challenges and a reliable appetite, I on the other hand always emerge triumphant gastronomically.