I bet you can’t eat that whole pizza!

Looking back at all my pizza adventures, there is one that I guess you could say that I am particularly proud of. It was a weekend in February and some of my friends and I had planned on going to Chestnut Mountain for the weekend to go skiing. We all met up and decided to grab what we thought was going to be a quick bite to eat before we hit the road. I believe we were at Wolfgang Puck Express in Warrenville (which has since closed down). Well, they just so happened to have pizzas on their menu. So naturally, that’s what I ordered.

The pizza itself was probably a good 12 inches in size. A decent size for 2-3 people I’d say. Well, as I was eating it I said, “You know, I could probably eat this whole thing myself!” I would just like to note here that everyone else had ordered something else for their meal. So I wasn’t sharing it with anyone else anyways. Then my friend Erinn said to me, “If you can finish that whole entire pizza yourself, I will pay for your lift ticket for skiing this weekend.” My eyes lit up because at the time I was making very little at my job and could use the money. That’s when I started to actually consider doing this bet. And so we quickly started making rules for this bet right then and there.

Rule #1: I had to finish the entire pizza. Crust, sauce, toppings and all.

Rule #2: No puking after I was finished.

Rule #3: … I guess those were the only rules there were. Pretty simple right?

Well, at least that’s what I thought. In the beginning, I plowed through the first several pieces. Enjoying every bite. I would give this pizza a proper rating, but this was quite some time ago. So it really wouldn’t be fair. But it must have been at least a 3 or I probably wouldn’t have even considered the bet. I thought this was going to be a piece a cake. Then, it started to settle in my stomach and it was getting harder and harder to force each piece to go down. I would also like to add that at this point, there was now a blizzard coming down outside. The roads were getting worse and worse. My friends started to get concerned that if we waited too much longer for me to finish we were going to have a terrible and DANGEROUS drive down to Chestnut. But I told them that I could do it! I could finish! I may have slowed down a lot, but I had come this far I wasn’t turning back now. So my friends all sat there, having being done with their own dinners for quite some time now, watching me suffer through the last few pieces. With each minute that passed I could see the looks on their faces as they looked out the window to see the inches of snow piling up on top of the car. I moaned, I groaned, I complained a lot about how stuffed I was.. but I finally did it. I ate every single last slice of that pizza. I don’t know if you all know this about me, but I can get quite competitive. So I was not just doing it for the free lift ticket. I wanted to win!! Especially against Erinn who also loves to win and is just as competitive as me if not more :) But she was a great sport and did pay up in the end and bought me my lift ticket. Thank you Erinn! Of course it was a very uncomfortable ride down to Chestnut after that. I did not feel well at all. But I suffered through the incredibly stuffed feeling. After all, I had to keep my eyes on the road since we were driving through a horrible snow storm!

It was a proud night for me. I accomplished a task I had never thought I’d attempt in my life. All in the name of competitiveness and pizza!

Lindsay -1 Pizza – 0

Skiing trip at Chestnut Mountain


2 thoughts on “I bet you can’t eat that whole pizza!

  1. Jerry says:

    Ha! Mike stole my comment.
    Curious – what toppings were on the pizza? Was the crust brushed with oil from Wolfgang Puck’s hair?

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