Lately I've been eating like a feral dog in the middle of an Old Country Buffet. I seriously cannot seem to sate myself. Take last night. Some coworkers and I went to Ike's, a fine downtown Minneapolis destination for for any meal. I devoured the appetizers: potstickers drizzled with hoisin and chili, shrimp wrapped around scallops, and smoked chicken quesadillas with sour cream and guacamole. For my main meal, I inhaled a seared ahi tuna sandwich with wasabi mayonnaise that came with fries and cole slaw. After this kingly feast, I found myself staring at my colleagues' left over burgers and fries. "That looks really good. I wonder if it would be gluttonous to ask them for it."
I think I need help.
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