I was scanning through some pics for a future post and came across my giant eclair pictures. And who doesn't love a story about a giant eclair??
When I was home for Weeny's wedding extravaganza, she graciously allowed me one night to have dinner with friends that weren't her (I'm a hot commodity, and Weeny's jealous and doesn't like to share). We met at Claim Jumpers. When the dessert concept was being tossed around, despite the massive amount of food that was just consumed, Tuschka made a "safe" choice...an eclair. However failing to realize the establishment we were frequenting, nothing is safe- all is extreme. Out came a football size eclair. It was so big it was obscene.
See...... (and I apologize for the darkness of the pic)
Weeny and I, later in the week, did a little Lake Michigan lunch cruise at Navy Pier. One of the desserts- an eclair. Naturally I took a picture for comparison.
See......
The difference between the two is like comparing a cocktail weeny and frankfurter. (I was going to say something along the lines of elephantiatus, however I didn't want to compare a penis to an enlarged nut sack, and the link I was going to use showed that elephantiatus effect more than just nuts. Who knew?)
Rock out with your cream filled cock out...mmmmmmm
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That was probably one of the best eclairs I ever had! However, I still get a little mad when I think about all the desserts we ordered...I can't believe that the dumbass waitress didn't tell us that we ordered enough dessert to feed a third world country...for a month!!! It was delicious, though!!
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