Only when I wake up I'm not two inches wider and ten pounds heavier. Woog.

This place is carnivore heaven. Endless servings of all the standard domestic meat animals, and they don't even mention the concept of "well done" (which is good, because "well done" is a crime against every protein-bearing lifeform ever sacrificed for sustenance and pleasure. Even cows deserve better). And you are, as far as I could tell, encouraged to stay as long as you can keep stuffing food in your gaping American maw. Which for us was about three hours, but only because my dining companions were weak. Weak, I say!

Heck, it's so good I actually put some work into this comic. How often does that happen?

And if you're a vegetarian...um, it's a really good salad bar.
Because it has meats and cheeses.

But hey, marinated mushrooms and bell peppers! That's gotta count for something!