Then some guy friends invited me to Los Tres Chiles, and I found myself in the middle of this:
Josh -- who is also training for Vineman, by the way -- was about a fourth of the way into the challenge when I arrived at the restaurant.
Monstrous, isn't it? That's 7.5 lbs. -- like eating a baby. (Isn't that the visual you wanted? Mmm. Newborns.)
He powered through until about a fifth was left, with 20 minutes still on the clock.
And then he didn't look so great.
And I started to wonder if sitting across the table from him was a smart decision.
I became even more alarmed when he asked the waitstaff for a trashcan, and the waitstaff responded by telling a horrible story about another guy who attempted the challenge but ended up puking everywhere.
This triggered my already unnaturally heightened fear of vomit so much that I missed the dramatic finish to the burrito challenge because I literally ran out of the restaurant.
But as soon I heard thunderous applause, I knew it was OK to return.
And there was Josh, a member of the clean plate club.
And $150 richer for it.