Went out to dinner with the family last night. Was good.

There’s a place on Nasa Road 1 called Chabuca’s, a family restaurant, that has an interesting specialty. They have a rotisserrie menu buffet, in which you help yourself to standard buffet items, then as you sit and eat, waiters bring out actual skewers of meat and slice them for you at your table, if you want.

The slices are usually pretty thin, but you’ll notice that after about 10 minutes or so, you can’t keep up with how fast they keep bringing it out, and you almost feel pressured to hurry and eat more. Crazy! But, the meats were quite tasty, even though the turkey was very dry.

They also brought out various sausages and grilled veggies, even grilled fruits, like pineapple and honeydew (very good grilled. Who knew?).

The kids were well treated to the buffet and seemed to drift more toward the fancy fruit and sugar-laced salads. Our waiter was extraordinarily nice and professional. I was telling Trish that I almost felt intimidated by the waiter being nicer that I am to ANYone at any time. Always calling me sir, always checking up on us. I even asked him to bring me some tortillas, even though they are at the buffet, and he did it. I believe we left a good tip.

The biggest problem with eating at Chabuca’s is this: You can barely move after you realize you just ate about 10 pounds of meat. Vomiting isn’t very polite, so that’s not really an option, but very odd things did creep into my mind as to how I should deal with my newfound overstuffed belly. I ended up walking a couple of laps in the parking lot before making the attempt at getting into my truck. Once I did, though, I realized that I couldn’t (more accurately, shouldn’t) reach the pedals and steering wheel. I had to scoot up the chair because my full belly was forcing me back into the chair. I also had to undo my belt and button on my pants to relieve some of the pressure. Made it home, changed, went to the bathroom, sat on the recliner, woke up at 3 am to realize I had fallen aslep right there, went to bed, woke up and here I am blogging it.

Thanks (I think) to Justin and Brooke for the gift certificate that brought us to Chabuca’s in the first place. Justin warned me about the pain I would be in after dinner. Boy, was he right.