My local Montana’s views my friends and I as beasts.
Every wednesday, they have all you can eat ribs. A while ago, a couple of my friends decide to accept their challenge (because you know, this type of this is a challenge. It’s a challenge of wills. A test to see who can beat who. The patrons, or the restaurant? Will they run out of ribs? or will we explode?) Anyway, they take it on with 10 people. The highest number of ribs per person was about 12, lowest was 6. Together, they produced a bill 3 feet long. It’s a thing of beauty. Half way through the meal, the manager came out to tell them that they were out of back ribs, and was wondering if they would mind going to side ribs.
Well, today - we tried again. This time, I was able to join, and we feasted! Averaging 11 per person, with one amazing individual consuming 14 sections of ribs! Sadly, we didn’t have as many people, but after doing the calculations, we’ve decided that there are some kids in the southern US crying because we ate their petting zoo. We also found out that the manager has a copy of the other receipt pinned up on the wall in his office.
They were prepared this time, but next time we’re bringing the football team and a secret weapon - a man who can eat without feeling the affects of a sensation we all know as “full”.
