Food Glorious Food Third Helping

Thus upon a strategic seat we hoped for, or politely sought from manager of the house ah, our luck to be situated in close proximity, where impossibility to stave gaming hunger, though neither myself nor honorable guest grouse. Now decision time to select one delicacy equally as appealing as the next on expansive menu list the resultant penultimate decision method resorted to twist then flick (with eyes closed) the wrist. This once difficult task complete twas now the responsibility of the maitre'de to store within his/her memory, which tummy appeared like an amazing sumptuous (promising scrumptious) feat. Minutes ticked away as our stomachs growled louder patiently awaiting the grateful moment to dine starting with clam chowder poetry soup compiled within me taste testing router. Next in line from smorgasbord feast hors d'oeuvres ample enough to satiate thine palate to whet from deep fried delicacies greased and self restraint practiced so the main course diminished least. We fell upon butterfly jumbo shrimp and marinated mushrooms when brought an atavistic motion that memory wrought. The Matzo ball soup with Jewish rye bread went to the gullet with a dollop of butter thinly spread. A vegetable, venerable, veritable, and spinach pie herbivorous delight, apple of my eye. Parmgians, pasta and poultry (albeit free ranging NON GMO and gluten free) dishes galore kept off figurative lid (no matter stuffed to gills ready to be mounted) to eat more quite aware that mine waist bulged whereby belt way buckle tore. Last (but not least) at the FINIS of this well stocked meal comprises selection of dessert, which samples visible from a glass enclosed wheel tickling that reserved “off limits” hot pocket hash tagged for just such a sugary treat thus summoning forth within an engorged abdomen, nonetheless, an audible zeal. That reserved allotted sweet baked, fried, or whipped parfait or countless other grandiose mouth watering delicacy. Ah...juiced enough wiggle room for one decadent byte, perchance small enough to roll around in the mouth, like a Chocolat Mousse, or a honey ball. Despite that ready to explode simply eyeing a food tray no longer in an ala mode vis a vis clamoring for consumption well aware by the morrow or sooner this bloated dirigible fulfilled human would dearly caloric wise pay.