I have finally taken my demons head on, looked my personal fear in the face, and laughed. Even pointed and laughed as I strode away victorious. Yes, The Keg Size Omega is no longer the bane of my existence. The one steak that could mock me as I ran away in defeat, unable to eat more than 2/3 of that glorious hunk of dead cow.
I don't really know what happened this time, although I have a few theories. When I first ordered the Omega, years back, the server didn't quite know about it, nor did she know the pricing. I have a feeling that the chef may also have made a minor mistake and cut off more prime rib than he/she should have. I'm convinced that the chunks we got were at least 32 ounces and that's one of my theories on why I couldn't finish the Omega my first go around.
Our server was vaguely familiar with the Omega, but didn't know there was a name attached to the legend. This day, I was feeling confident for some reason and even had some of the bread before my meal. I had my glass of Chivas Regal in my hand and I was ready to rock and roll.
I didn't leave any evidence that there was once food on my plate. I finished the prime rib, I finished the garlic mash, the deep fried onion bits, and even went back to finish off the complimentary bread. At the end of it all, I was still comfortable, which is not what I was hoping for, haha! Anyway, after my original encounter with the Omega, I heard stories of my own friends finishing the Omega without so much as breaking a sweat. I felt inadequate. This time, I had no such thoughts. I even had room for desert!
One of these days, I will return to the Richmond Keg location, just to see if the Omega I had nightmares about was all just a big tease. If it's anything like I had here on this night, it should be no problem.