Yesterday, the KC Hot Beer Blog sat down to break a bread bowl in the Fat City. To be honest, I walked into the experience fearing one thing while leaving completely devastated by another.
My posts on this blog and any picture you might see of me provide enough for you to know that I do not live a healthy lifestyle. I'm under 30 and have gout. I know I need to make changes in my life and what I eat, but have never cared enough to put in a serious effort. I got married. I had a daughter. I ate roughly 10 foods on a stick in front of them less than a month ago. It was probably going to take a serious illness to make me change my ways until yesterday. Yesterday I saw death, and it was a Domino's Bread Bowl.
This 3-cheese pasta bowl would be better labeled as a crime against humanity. If you have eaten a whole one of these and/or enjoyed it, you are the fattiest of fatties and have no taste buds or regard for your own life. The food scientists at Domino's should be criminally charged. I firmly believe they must be foreign because no American would have the level of desire to kill their own countrymen as the people who designed this.
It's pasta inside of bread. It's covered in nacho cheese and topped with two types of shredded cheese to give the baked macaroni & cheese look. With the nacho cheese, I wonder why they stopped at two carbs rather than three. Maybe a nice crumbling of tortilla chips to add some crunch. The chip shards could cut open the esophagus of the fatties eating it and kill them faster.
I'm pretty sure I'm the only one there who didn't spit out all or a portion of the bread bowl. I was graced with the overwhelming urge to vomit for about a half an hour shortly after eating it. It effectively ruined my evening and possibly food in general for the rest of my life.