For those of you who haven’t heard of the Travel Channel’s Man v. Food, it is quite addicting. It’s about a man, who, if he didn’t make more money in one meal than I do in three years, would seem crazy to me. He travels from city to city eating at the best, most unique, and most popular restaurants. That doesn’t seem crazy, does it? No, in fact it seems like only the best job in the universe. But wait, there’s a catch. He also has to compete in those restaurants’ most challenging food contests that little, if none, have succeeded at: the spiciest pasta in the world, curry that makes your nose bleed, an eleven-pound pizza, and five pounds of hamburger (with five pounds of fries). And that’s just some of what I’ve seen. He attempts these tasks as restaurant-goers cheer him on. Sometimes he succeeds, sometimes he doesn’t. But he tries it all.
What makes the show so addicting is two things. One: you want to see if he can actually do it. And two, you’re just so relieved to be on the other side of the TV. I will happily cheer him on and be thankful I would never try something so extreme.
It’s like watching someone ride the scariest roller coaster in the world. It’s intriguing and highly entertaining, but you’re glad you’re not on it. You want to watch the other people suffer as they travel upside-down at thirty-five miles an hour more than 250 feet in the air. You watch from the comfort of your own living room, far away from mind-numbing heights and speeds. And with this guy, also from the comfort of your own living room, you watch him eat Quaker Steak and Lube’s hottest hot wings, sweat and tears pouring down his face, fingers covered in sauce, trying to eat as fast as he can so as not to taste the small sample of hell his mouth, throat, and tongue is enduring.
I wonder many, many things about this guy. When he’s not eating on TV, does he eat other meals? Because I find it hard to believe after attempting to chow down an eleven-pound pizza he would be hungry. And also, how many times has he thrown up, or other things, from the meals he’s eaten? This man must have a stomach made of solid rock. I can barely eat one mild chicken wing without getting sick for two days. And five pounds of hamburger? I don’t eat that much meat in one month.
And you have to wonder if he cares at all about his body. Now he’s obviously getting paid big bucks to make himself suffer and for someone who loves food, the job description is near flawless. But trying to eat that much food in one sitting? What does that do to your organs? All of that hamburger can’t be healthy. The grease. The salt. One normal hamburger meal with fries can reach almost a day’s worth of calories and fat, but think double, or triple that meal. And an eleven-pound pizza? Is that much cheese and carbohydrates healthy? And when he’s not competing, he’s eating other regular meals at restaurants. The amount of food this guy consumes is almost unimaginable. I guess what I’m wondering is, is he okay? I wouldn’t be.