The joy of eating well in excess of need. (Caver and editor go nuts on pugger-burgers))

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A comment from Jennifer in one of my recent posts, lamenting her once slim physique and ability to push virgin passage bought back memories of the great feast with Doug, he like myself is a guy who appreciates a meal of quantity as much as quality - though if the taste is not there you can leave your steaming heap of stale and spongy fries to gather flies.

Doug is the editor of our club’s local magazine, “The Toronto Caver” and we are on this day convening to discuss various cave related isssues. As Doug’s T Shirt states “Misfits”, it is precisely this kind of snacking that makes me unsuited to being a really accomplished caver, I dont fit in some of the really tight tunnels. A barrel does not fit into a keyhole, though by the maps and stories of others we can all live vicariously. Doug has just lent me a video that details the exploration of “Castleguard”, a fantastic western Canadian cave that ends in an ice plug below a glacier in the Columbia Ice Fields. It would be worth a diet to visit there.

Anyway, for those of you who live near Doug, there is the famous “greasyspoon” that sells the “pugger burger”. One pound of ground beef that goes onto the grill in dimentions exceeding a regular sized dinner plate. A large chocolate milk comes in a pail, not a cup.

This is where the gourmand discovers himself, in front of the slick silver counter just off King Street. An old pacman machine, splattered in oil and with an onion ring smeared across its screen can occupy the clientel as they wait. This kind of quantity can hardly be called “fast food” The phrase “supersize that” is unnecessary, it is implied by your walking through the door that you are a person who enjoys a good feed. That afternoon we gave new meaning to the term “pigout”.