The Tower of Pork Perfection
Wednesday, October 11, 2017
Tomorrow I am going to lunch out of town with a colleague. I have been saying I want to go to a place we had dinner at back in July because I had, honest to God, the best freakin' sandwich of my life there. It was a pork lover's dream. 1/3 pound pork burger, smothered in pulled pork, topped with bacon and white cheddar cheese. I mean, seriously, I fantasize about that sandwich. At times, I think I could live without a finger or two if I could eat that sandwich again.
The problem, of course, is that there's probably 2 days worth of calories in that one perfect pork tower. And therein lies the struggle. I've been looking forward to this lunch, at this place with this sandwich, for several weeks. The right thing to do would be to go some place else and get something more reasonable. (I'm not foolish enough to think I could go to that restaurant and not get that sandwich - I am only human, after all!) But I want that sandwich. Man, do I want that sandwich. Is it worth it? I highly doubt it. On the other hand, I don't want to live a life where once in a while I can't eat something really really bad for me.
Doing the right thing sucks a whole lot sometimes.