Last night, I had a hankerin’ for steak, so I went down to the Golden Corral. They had a Wednesday special: the buffet, costing $7.99, included steak and shrimp. You mean all the steak I can eat? Sign me up! After 3 tasty slabs of meat (cooked medium – I didn’t even need steak sauce), a baked potato, a few rolls, a handful of shrimp, and two bowls of frozen strawberry yogurt, I walked out of there a Satisfied Customer.
This reminded me of an article I read earlier this month at http://www.star-telegram.com/news/doc/1047/1:STATE51/1:STATE510106100.html To summarize, if you can eat a 72 ounce steak (and all the side dishes) within one hour at an Amarillo steak house, they won’t charge you for it. Also, the Ripley’s tv show is looking for a woman weighing less than 150 pounds who can eat the whole meal to feature on one of their upcoming shows.
I was full after eating maybe 1 1/2 pounds of steak (after trimming the fat). So I doubt that I could come anywhere near winning a free steak meal in Amarillo. Would anyone else like to take them up on their generous offer?
Well, I could give it a run if all I had to do was eat the steak, but starches fill me up really fast. I’ve eaten 2 1-lb steaks on occasion, with a salad when I cook at home. So depending on the sides, I might be able to eat a 32 oz steak with a baked potato and salad on my very best day. I am not a huge eater any more though so this is a challenge. In my ravenous high school football days the 32 oz steak meal would be easy. This is however a long ways away from 72 oz. Meat isn’t as filling as starch for me so I can see someone with a gut pulling it off. I guess I wouldn’t be shocked to see it done, but I know I could never do it.
This is nothing to brag about. Kids, don’t try this at home, and don’t grow up to be like Uncle Rick.
I have finished a 72-ounce steak at The Magic Time Machine in San Antonio, when they had a similar offer. It can be done. Of course, I was not in what one might call Olympic training at the time, and had far too much experience unhealthily stuffing myself. Undoubtedly my arteries are crying out in remembered protest even as I type this.
I love steak, don’t know if I love it that much. BTW, sisnce this is MPSIMS, what temp did you order that 72 ouncer ? Was it one slab o meat or many ? Curious.
“Solos Dios basta” . . . but a little pizza won’t hurt.
The unfortunate thing about those “huge steaks” is that they are usually HORRIBLE cuts of meat. You get it, and it’s nothing but gristle hanging off your plate.
This is four and a half pounds of beef we’re talking about! People have given birth to live young weighing less than that!
I couldn’t begin to imagine eating that much, and I can put away some food when required to do so. Plus when you add salad and a potato, not to mention yeast rolls which expand in your stomach, oh, god, I can’t go on!
It begs the question: why would any establishment want to encourage this behavior? Stuff yourself for all you’re worth! If ya’ll eat enough, we’ll give it to you free, plus a trip to the emergency room for the heart attack/ exploded colon afterwards.
Can you go throw up between rounds to make more space?
I’ve whipped myself into gastric distress just thinking about it; I’m going to have a lie-down.
Remember, this is TEXAS we’re talkin’ here. We have several of these offers available in San Antonio, where people are encouraged to do things in a BIG way, the stupider the better. You should see the sweet potatoes at Tom’s Rib’s, big as a football.
This reminds of a situation I was in when I was in college. For a friends B-day, we went to a restaurant in Pismo Beach. Pierside, I think. Anyway, we are all looking at the menu, trying to figure out what to order. My friend Erik, knowing how much I can eat, pointed out the “pier-pounder” special. This special consisted of 1-lb of beef, 1-lb of fries, and 1-lb of bread.
I’m a naturally skinny guy, about 150 lbs. But, I was up to the challenge! Upon completing this meal, the prize was a free meal, a t-shirt, and your name on some plaque. I didn’t need all that stuff. I just wanted bragging rights! (stupid college kid). Anyway, as this was a friends B-day, we proceeded to order a couple of pitchers of Sam Adams. I didn’t think about it at the time, but I had about 2 glasses of beer before my meal arrived and 2 more while I was eating. I struggled through about 3/4 of the meal, when all of a sudden, I was more stuffed than I have ever been in my life! It was too late to stop drinking, as the beer soaked into all the bread I ate!
Before long, I had the attention of the whole table. They were cheering me on to finish. I literally had only a handful of fries left, but there was NO WAY I could even eat just one more. They could not fathom the possiblity that eating even one more fry could be so hard! I swear, that food was sitting up in my throat, as there was no more room in my stomach. I didn't attempt to finish.
As we were getting ready to leave, I took a solo walk down to the beach and proceeded to vomit. Gross, I know, but damn I felt better. I'm glad those stupid college days are behind me now! :)
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My brother ate the 72 ouncer in Amarillo a few years ago. I’m going to have to ask him to fill me in on the details again. He said there were pictures & such of other people who have done it. Some Pro Wrestlers have eaten two of them! (Wrestling was big in Amarillo when I was a kid)
I wish I had an eating record that was more individual to share with y’all, rather than my one shared record. Still, it is an impressive one:
Just after Furr’s Cafeteria started doing the All You Can Eat thing, some friends and I decided to see how much we could put away. There was myself, EJ (thin as a rail but a very impressive eater) and an upperclassmen.
When we were finished, we counted plates. Not including glasses, the three of us had managed to pile up 44 dishes. I know for a fact that, among other things, EJ ate three full turkey dinners.
Heheh Rick. I remember the Time Machine. I had a few buddies try that while I was stationed at Ft Sam Houston(you know how those wannabe tough GIs are I’m sure). I lived just a few miles away from there. None of them could do it. You would be treated like a hero in my home for your gut-busting accomplishment.
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In fact, I was in San Antonio because I was TDY to Ft. Sam!
That was a great week - commercial housing 'cause of a certificate of non-availability from the billeting folks… chances to explore the Riverwalk… and one fairly memorable evening at Dick’s Last Resort.
Rick, you The Man! Congratulations! Same to your brother, Enright3! Did you have to eat the fat, too? Or was it trimmed before you got it? And what beverage did you drink? Beer doesn’t seem like a good idea. Neither does anything with sugar – sodas, lemonade, etc. Water, orange juice, and grapefruit juice make sense. Iced tea, maybe?
The article didn’t address puking, or even using the bathroom. They may have considered the potential for cheating – bringing part of the steak with you and flushing it down the toilet – and made it part of the rules that you can go before or after your meal, but not during. Or maybe you can use the restroom, but the timer won’t stop. It might be a good idea to hit the can before you go. And get plenty of strenuous exercise before taking on such a meal.
Valiant effort, Squee. I probably could handle the beef and bread, but fries are usually too greasy to settle right. You’re probably right, the beer didn’t help.
Max, I like the Furr’s deal, too. I usually get 2 entrees and 4 side dishes. Not a good place to go if you want steak, though. Unless you like CF steak, which, to me, isn’t the real thing.
Sy, is this a challenge? If so, I want to be there when it happens. If nothing else, I want to see how large a 4 1/2 pound steak is. Take him up on it Rick?
My cousin Brad (5’10, athletic, not overweight)ate the big steak. He went there on a date when he was in college at Texas Tech. As incentive, he did not bring enough money to pay for it.
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