Well, maybe SLIGHTLY smaller but not by far. Here's how the story went.
Decided on an interesting looking restaurant in Buda, again heavy on the carnie leanings. Opting to leave the "stewed gizzard stuffed goose wing" for another day, I gave the gulyas a break and settled on the "knuckle of wild boar".
The chef must have understood "knuckle of wild T-Rex" (as if there was ever anything OTHER than wild T-Rex. Ever heard of a domesticated T-REX? I digress...) because the sheer size of this hunk of meat was something out of the Jurassic age. Remember the gi-normous ribs spilling over Fred's plate at the drive-in on the Flintstones? Mmmm-hmmmmm, that's what we're talking about here. I mean this thing was almost the size of my head.
I should have taken the hint when my beer was delivered to the table in a stein bearing the engraving "Lancelot"...or when I asked for a fork and the waitress replied THEY HAVE NONE!!!
I would have been happy to sit there observing my mound of grub and read my book until they started, ummm...spinning tunes. Call it a mashup of Enya, queen harpie Loreena McKinnott and Jethro Tull doing a kyrie version of Stairway to Heaven. That was simply the proverbial straw.
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