> You can't have too many hash browns. That's just not a thing.
One hundred percent agree with you. That said, finishing off a triple topped is enough to make a shred of doubt cross your mind. You then just have to wash that doubt away with a refill of Mr. Pibb and move on to the bacon and peanut butter waffle.
The order itself is more of an ingrained habit from my college years than anything else. Even when I consciously choose something else the few times I go, I still end up spitting out that order before I even register what I've said.
Finishing it though is less about appetite and more about stubborn refusal to accept defeat and acknowledge the loss of my twenties.
That said, a triple hashbrown is nothing. My potato stomach is still going strong and near bottomless. What puts you over the edge is the chili. With a triple foundation to support it, they load up far more than you'd get with three single topped orders.
Entirely too true. I've acknowledged my bodies inability to handle successive all-nighters without incurring the wrath of a splitting headache, and adjusted my behavior to appease it.
And adjusted my (overall) eating habits to minimize heartburn (not an easy feat, given the type of Italian cooking I grew up around).
But so far, my mind has refused to cede authority over my once-in-a-blue-moon Waffle House trips to my body's newfound limitations. It's definitely a battle that's going to be lost soon, but not quite yet.
You can't have too many hash browns. That's just not a thing.
(Please do not actually take my dietary recommendations. My body isn't normal and eating like me might kill a normal person.)