Here's why Washington and Mr. Obama and his swooning rally-goers will never be able to say what "too much" on the dinner plate is. A while back, my wife and I took the kids on an adventure to New York. The Staten Island ferry was a bargain, but we assumed we'd get rooked on food, especially in Manhattan.
So, we figured, if we're overpaying for dinner, why not do it for something we can't get at home? We marched the kids into a kosher restaurant. And indeed, the prices looked high.
Then the food came. And came and came, dish after dish. The lady running the place gave us sherbet, unbidden. She could barely find a place to set it.
Strictly speaking, it was too much food. But, I'm guessing, a veteran restaurateur could spot out-of-towners who had slumping, late-afternoon kids and figured that, on top of big portions, a little dessert would be welcome. Maybe she was cultivating repeat business. Maybe she just wanted us to think of her restaurant and her town as fondly as she did. I prefer to think the latter.
Next week: fat Jewish restaurateurs are taking our money and health!