Come on down to the trough! It's one thing to eat a lot of food at a restaurant in which the experience of dining is a combination of decor and uniquely interesting food, it's a completely different animal when the best thing one can say about a restaurant is that a trip there leaves one feeling more full than if they just had Thanksgiving dinner and can't even think about dessert just yet. In fact, when the restroom banter focuses on the quantity of food one has just consumed rather than the quality of the dining experience, that should be a good sign to cut your losses and get a pizza. On Saturday night, Verbal Jazz found himself in such a place, the temple of gluttony known as Wright's Chicken Farm. The meal at Wright's consists of chicken, French (not freedom) fries, macaroni with red sauce, some rolls, and a iceberg lettuce salad mercifully drenched in dressing. Not exactly a meal of complementary items; think Kenny G., Limp Bizkit, Britney Spears, and Hammer on the same CD changer: nothing really satisfying, but there has to be some reason they sold all that music. For once, Verbal Jazz felt himself at the low end of the Body Mass Index scale, surrounded by people whose sole form of exercise seemed to be the short walk from the car into the restaurant, and even that required a breather afterward. Although, Verbal Jazz has some reservations about the BMI scale since he is overweight according to his BMI, even though he ran a marathon just two months ago. Upon arrival, Verbal Jazz, Missus Jazz, The Grandfather of Missus Jazz, and the omnipresent niece (3) and nephew (6) of the Jazzes were given a ninety minute wait time for a table. We waited sixty, by which time the niece, having exhausted her interest in sticking quarters in my ear or down my shirt, could only focus on the lingering effects of her forced starvation: i.e. "I'm hungry", and the nephew amid a restaurant packed with people low on manners and etiquette, promptly forgot his own. When the food came I found myself wolfing it down amid the din of other diners enjoying their quantity and the price: the meal came to $42.10 for three adults and two children. By the end, the children needed a bed and Verbal Jazz needed to find a few of the patrons in order to pursue a class action lawsuit against Wright's for contributing to their general lack of health.

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