Campanile

We ate at Campanile Wednesday night, at company expense, as a follow-up to the Leadership Committee meeting. I couldn't gracefully get out of it.

I had the house salad, which was huge. If I'd made one at home, it would have been dinner, not a starter course. Then for an entree, I had dover sole. I love fish. I can buy sole around here, but it's lemon sole, not the more delicate dover sole. The Brit Londoner guy (Paul) sitting next to me ordered the dover sole as well. Paul and I get along really well. He's a great guy.

We both were astounded at how much food the saleswomen at the table could pack into their maws. One of them ordered two huge appetizers, a huge entree, and a capuccino and chocolate truffle cake for dessert. She'd already eaten two rather large meals that day, before dinner. Bloody hell! There's a reason why neither one of them weigh in at less than 200 lbs., and one of them only comes up to my chin, wearing high heels.

I think 5'5", topping out on a fat day at 115 lbs. is plenty! I was in awe of those two women's stomach capacites, and total disregard for calorie content. I eat whatever I want whenever I feel hungry, but I just don't consume mass quantities of anything. I can't do it.