Enquiring minds want to know.
For my part, I’ve just eaten 6 chicken wings, a portion of fries, 6 barbecue chicken strips and one extra crispy chicken wing. It took me 30 minutes to type this.
Your turn.
An order of fried chicken, mashed potatoes and gravy, macaroni and cheese, black-eyed peas, collard greens, and cornbread at Aunt Kizzy’s Back Porch. The only time I was actually in pain from eating so much. But it was so good I couldn’t stop!
I’m like Kobayashi on steroids. I’m too embarrassed to list what I can eat at one sitting. I have a high metabolism and burn an astronomical number of calories each day. Recently, I have had to adjust way downward because of health problems though so my major exploits are in the past.
I am sure I won’t even be close in this thread, and this was years ago. But at an all you can eat rib place I had three full racks plus three orders of fries, the salad and the bread and a couple of beers. I was stuffed though and miserable and never did that again. Now I couldn’t do that or even come close, but back then I had the metabolism of a hummingbird.
Yeah, it only took one time for me to learn my lesson. And I’m not 26 anymore.
My record is 8 pounds, weighed before and after.
Memorable meals:
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After a regular meal of prime rib (4 servings) with normal trimmings, 3 plates of crab at the buffet.
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Again after a buffet (2 plates) I had 4 fully loaded crepes from the crepe bar.
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24 beers.
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1.5 chickens, 2 burgers, and corn on the cob at the fair.
I don’t have the foggiest idea.
What do I win? 
When I was in my late teens, I once ate an entire large cheese and pepperoni pizza – 18", Buffalo-style heavy crust – in one sitting. I was skinny then, but also a lot more active. I didn’t own a car, and I walked and biked a lot.
FWIW, I’m a 5’ 10" male who weighs 175 pounds now.
A long time ago, I went to an Ethiopian restaurant, by myself.
After scanning the menu, the kitfo appealed to me most - but the waiter tried to talk me out of it: “You know the beef is not cooked, right?” “Yes, I like my steak blue, I’m sure it’ll be fine.” “But it’s not cooked - I don’t think you’ll like it.”
After arguing the point for longer than seemed reasonable, he finally took my order.
If he wanted to talk me out of my order, he might have mentioned that the restaurant wasn’t really set up to serve an individual - the menu was based on the idea that a party would come in and order several items that would be shared with the entire table. When my order arrived, it was at least three pounds of beef, cured in a spicy citrus sauce, served on a huge platter, over a thin layer of injera. So, basically, just a huge pile of beef.
Because the waiter had tried so hard to dissuade me from ordering it, I was determined to finish it. Stubborn pride.
I did finish it, with the help of James Joyce’s Ulysses and a few beers. It took a couple of hours, and I chased it down with a ten-year period of vegetarianism.
Back in the early 80s, I was working a fairly heavy labor job as a machinist and went to a lobster boil put on by the Lions club, which got rained out sort of. About half the people showed up so there was an amazing amount of food left so they let us keep eating as long as we bought the tickets. 8 1 1/4 lb lobsters, 4 half king crabs, and a pound of 16 count prawns later burp it took my BF and I 2 and a half hours. He had about the same as me with the addition of some oysters. The sides were the great little new potatoes swimming in melted butter, the little corn on the cobs and hush puppies.
Now when we do our birthday fest, mrAru and I each finish off a lobster, half a pound of prawns and half a king crab each, and I still make the new potatoes and corn on the cob but neither of us really like hush puppies so we don’t bother making them. Totally pisses my nutritionist off, but it is once a year, and unless I develop an allergy to something in the feast, we will continue doing it until they make seafood illegal.
A large pepperoni and sausage pizza with extra toppings, a large brownie type blizzard from Dairy Queen, 2 quarter pounders, a large order of fries, two lemon pies from McD’s, a bowl of fruit loops, a bowl of raisin bran, a handful of doritios, a few oreos, a bag of m&ms, all washed down with a 2 liter pepsi.
That was from my severe depression days, when I was using over eating as a form of semi-passive suicide. Now that I’m over that depression, I’m paying the price for what I was doing.
I almost ate an entire large pizza in one sitting. The pain was so incredible, I spent the rest of the day keeled over on my side, wishing I were dead. The pain was nearly unbearable, and I almost threw up. I don’t even know why I did that. I think most of me just wanted to see if I could. When I was more then half way through, I got competitive with myself. “You can do it, girl!” No, I couldn’t, and I’ll never try again.
When I was 21 I had two roast chickens and 24 beers in one sitting.
and when I was 31 I had the famous 72 ouce steak baked potato and salad, with 3 large diet sodas
45 pancakes and 12 breakfast sausages in 10 minutes- It was fun and I would have kept going. It was at an all you can eat pancake feed fund raiser for a local homeless shelter. The pancake guy picked me out as the person to use to up the ante a bit so he got everyone to pledge an extra $.10 per pancake or sausage I could eat in 10 minutes. I only thought I could get 10 but once the adrenaline kicked in, I went to town and ended up raising ~$400 for the shelter which makes my gluttony almost acceptable.
In my late 20’s, for a while, I didn’t have much to spend on food. Oh, I didn’t really go hungry, I had stuff to put in my stomach, but it was like crackers and cheese for lunch every day, make a loaf of bread last a week, a bowl of rice and a can of peas for dinner. So when I was invited to a Chinese buffet, I somehow felt I had to make up for it. So I made four separate trips to the buffet and filled up my plate four times. I mean, FILLED. A little of this, a little of that, plate overflowing. I ate so much my stomach hurt. There was a bright side, though, after a few hours food poisoning kicked in and I had four big ol’ plates of Chinese food come violently spewing out of every orifice.
Four different occasions.
1)Two whole chickens with two orders of fries (each order a bit smaller than a shoe-box), 1.5 litres of soda and half a litre of ice-cream.
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KFC 12-piece + 6 nuggets + three large fries + half a large cole-slaw.
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8 home-made hamburgers (count as a double on McD or BK
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2 Dominator pizzas.
Back in college I once ate an entire huge overloaded pizza, followed by a half gallon of ice cream, plus an unknown quantity of coke. Today I could eat maybe 1/3 of that.
(When I was a ravenous teen) A couple of burgers, a couple of hot dogs, potato salad and whatnot, and 19 ears of sweet corn.
I’ve done the whole large pizza several times. I still do it from time to time. When we go out for drinks to the pizzeria, four of us usually split five or six pizzas over the course of the night. I had a British friend who was tall and skinny as a rail and his usual order at a pizzeria (for something like a New York style thin crust) would be to order two extra larges and sandwich them atop each other, cheese-side to cheese-side. Waiters always flinched when he placed his order, thinking they misheard. He would easily finish both. And yet, somehow, never gain weight.
But my all-time high? I wouldn’t have the faintest clue.
An entire tray of lasagna. Done that a few times actually. Yes, I am a fat-ass. Why do you ask?