A friend at the Complex Carbohydrate Research Center in Athens, Georgia insisted on going for lunch exclusively at restaurants with a history of bad safety inspections; he claimed it gave him his super strength in battling off the other foul things he did to his body (let me state clearly that I considered Ron not only my drinking peer but, indeed, my superior; good boss). You would need restraints to keep him away from Best Burritoz: one of their shops continued to operate months after this story broke [“rotting vegetables were found when environmental health officers visited a town centre take-away”].
But, after a week off with mostly clean, healthy living and a little baseball on the side, I felt the need to replenish the cultures and decided it was time to get back on the Orlando diet. They had two choices on the menu for donner kebabs (donner, as in the ill fated, cannibalism-rife Donner Party, and not döner): the Medium and the Mofo. I opted for the meat and chips version (one size, no Mofo option). Surprisingly, it was one of the tastier treats I’ve had in a while albeit a bit salty and the fat ran for the first five minutes until the chips cooled and the bottom layer congealed enforcing portion control (I wasn’t going to eat that chip/grease pancake and the pigeons seemed pleased to get it).