Last night, Intern Paul came over, and he and Lauren and I had massive take-out from Cafe Sushi in Troy. In our crazed gluttony, we forgot to take a picture of the enormous fish pile, but the three of us ordered a lot of food - when I picked up the tray, the bartender asked me if I wanted five pairs of chopsticks.
"No," I replied, "four's just fine. We're hungry."
And we were! We cleared it down to the pickled ginger and wasabi lump. We thought about going for a frozen custard, but the kid had to go to sleep and Paul had to give his ex-girlfriend's dog epilepsy medication, so we called it a night. When the dust had settled, we had downed so much that we couldn't have managed the walk to the car anyway.