As I'm on my third trip something catches my eye. The gentleman behind me seems to be accumulating quite a bit of food in his bowl. As I am oft wont to do I surreptitiously took a picture with my phone.
Holy crap.
Quickly checking the image, I see that I won't be able to clearly convey the sheer mass of food being piled up. I throw discretion to the wind and walk right up to him and take a picture of his dish.
Yes. I am that guy. Luckily, he chuckled.
Yes. Those are full-sized kielbasas, my friend. And steak. And chicken. And a metric tonne of vegetables. Cross-contamination everywhere. Guh-ross.
As he walked up to the grill he passed two professional bodybuilders (evidenced later by their accolades displayed on their SUV window) who stood agape. The cooks laughed as he presented his work to them.
He had to use two plates to get it back to his table.
In his defense, he claimed that he planned on eating it for dinner as well.
And that's how they all knew it had been the best Christmas pageant ever!
