Two requirements: 1. You actually ate that much food 2. No cunning linguist stories. Well, my metabolism has finally slowed down, and I find myself eating less and less food and exercising a hell of a lot more than I used to. But man, this past weekend, my friends and I reminisced about the good old days when we ate like mountains and kings. Here are some of my accomplishments (or plain feats of stupidity depending on your view ). High School, sophomore 95-96 - I ate a whole large Stuffed Crust Pizza. High School, senior 97-97 - A Wendy's Triple (double the meat) and an order of nuggets. College, Senior year 01-02 - The Montgomery Inn in Cincy is the best damn place to get ribs. I ate an entire sampler appetizer platter (meatballs, shrimp, small round tomatoes, crab cakes), a salad (using their BBQ sauce as dressing), a full rack of ribs, and 3/4 of a baked potato. It's 4:12 in the morning, and I'm starving. I'm amazed that I'm five eleven and weigh only 210 pounds.