Our own Paul Constant ate 23 fried spring rolls in 2 minutes. Uh, DAMN! I'm still in awe of all the contestants. And even more so, love and support for Seattle's International District...
Dang. Bow down before Paul Constant. I never, ever, ever thought for one second in my life I would feel the slightest admiration for an eating contest winner. I never thought I'd be anything but disgusted at the thought -- offended that anyone even said the words "eating contest" to me.
Three cheers to the Seattle Chinatown International District Preservation Development Authority (SCIDpda) and all the work they do for the community. Great job on a fun night!
Why does everything on the West Coast have to be so effete.
You know what I miss?
Chinese food. No, not "Asian" food...but chinese food.
You know what Chinese food is?
No...you don't -- because your a West Coast flake.
It's supposed to start with Egg Rolls.
Not spring rolls -- but Egg Rolls and not teeny tiny pigs-in-a-blanket rolls, but think thick cylinders with a hot fried crust wrapping up dripping boiled cabbage and tender pork...dipped in excruciatingly hot Chinese mustard.
And that's just the appetizer.
Then you get the spare ribs...lots of little spare ribs...that are done just right, and you just want to keep eating and eating.
Then you get the wonton. Not "egg flower", not "hot and sour"...Won Ton. With big hunks of noodle wrapping more chunks of meat. And the soup is so good, you don't know when to stop sipping the soup and eating the won ton.
Then you get the rice. And you know how its served? In these metal serving bowls that look like a flying saucer on a pedestal. And is it fried or white? Wtf? YOU ALWAYS GET BOTH!
Then, in more flying saucer pedestals you get almond chicken, chicken chow mein...and that's about it. Why would you want anything else. You don't get "Szechuan". You get Cantonese. And you don't call it "Cantonese" ... you call it "Chinese Food" because that's the only type there is.
And then you get a scoop of ice cream in a little bowl and fresh fortune cookie. And it has a normal saying inside, not some stupid x-rated thing or arts fartsy I Ching parable. Just like "You will inherit money." Period.
Dow constatine is a pathetic douche. If he needs to eat spring rolls to win the election, then fuck, he shoud NOT BE THE FUCKING COUNTY EXEC OF mother fucking KING god damn COUNTY!!!
Presence.
With a double-ass meaning gifts i bestow,
with my riff and my flow,
but you don't hear me, though.
think fast think fast catch me yo
because i throw what i know with a resonance, for
your trouble-ass fiend in weening yourself off of the
back of the shelf. Jackass, crackers, bodystackers,
Dick-tootin niggaz, masturbatin to yo triggers.
Livin to get older, with a chip on your shoulder, except you think you got a grip, because your hip got a holster. Ain't no confessor, so, busta, you better just shut the fuck up. Try to listen and learn. Check that ego. Come off it, I'm the prophet, the professor, I'ma teach you about the worm. Who eventually turned to catch wreck with the neck of a long-time oppressor. And he's runnin from the devil, but the debt is always gaining, and if he's worth being hurt, he's worth bringin pain in. When the sunshine don't work, the good Lord bring the rain in
Posted by
I love Magnolia on May 1, 2009 at 12:39 AM
...and then he transformed into super host for Sedaris. we love him for pulling one for the dems and the dandys today---superstar dudio and editor. We heart paul bobby and his shrek cd.
Posted by
you know...superstar in training on May 1, 2009 at 1:27 AM
@17 Hipsters rarely shower... it washes away the smell of self-importance and grease.
But honestly Paul... amazing job. I always claimed that spring rolls were my "I could eat 50 and not puke" food (I had a friend that said hard boiled eggs... ew) but I don't think I could go through with it.
Threads like these bring out all the hack writers who want to become paid hack writers. "You are fat. Give me your job, Paul Constant, GIVE ME YOUR JOB."
Not that I really care, but for the record: I am pathologically unable to go for even one day without showering and washing my hair. My greasy-looking hair is completely clean, I promise. You could eat off it.
@33: Do you have a source? That's some good information.
Also, I haven't eaten anything since the contest.
Posted by
Paul Constant on May 1, 2009 at 10:11 AM
#32 - I wish! And I wish my own uncle was as pimp as Uncle Bob. Here's a picture, though. A whole Flickr set, by photographer Michael O'Neil, from the fun fun night...
Paul, I am officially in love with you. Yeah, I know you're straight, but what can I say? Sorry.
I've thought you were very cute for quite some time. And intelligent. Powerful combination there.
Now, you've beaten a freakin' pro football player (revealing your elemental studliness) at an eating (one of my favorite activities) contest. How am I to resist that?
But don't worry, I won't stalk you or anything. It will just go down as my 1057th unrequited love affair.
Posted by
Chris in Vancouver WA on May 1, 2009 at 4:49 PM
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