I love pork ribs, and I normally have no problems polishing off a plate of them. Unfortunately, today on Oz Day 2009, I met my match.
Unc Nick brought FIL, Esh, 7th Aunt and myself to a club in Sydney. I ordered a rack of ribs, but what came was a rack of ribs from some mutant pig!. The ribs were stacked on top of a pile of potato wedges!
I finished off most of the ribs, save one. Quite a large pile of potato wedges was left behind though…