Our Battle Royale Against An Angry Mob At Kings

Achievement: #72. Frownie Pile at Kings

Our regular readers know that we’re fans of the somewhat-extreme challenge. Like when we decided to try to eat at every Primanti Brothers in Pittsburgh. Or when we tasted all 200+ tequilas at Verde Mexican Kitchen + Cantina. Or when, in 19 degree weather, Fox ran a half-marathon.

Frownie Pile @ Kings
Or when, later on the same day as the half-marathon, the two of us went to Kings Family Restaurant and attempted to eat twelve brownies and twelve scoops of ice cream in a single sitting. That’s right, kids; we decided to, just the two of us, try to conquer the multi-thousand-calorie monstrosity known as the Frownie Pile.

Frownie Pile @ Kings
Okay, well, I guess we’re showing our age, because as we learned, it’s no longer called a Frownie Pile. This magnificent monument to desserty decadence is now known as the Angry Mob. (To be fair, it may have always been known as that, as Fox does have a habit of making up names for things. She spent her entire childhood begging her parents to play that ‘Purtrivial Suit’ game they had on top of the china cabinet.)

Frownie Pile @ Kings
In case you were wondering, that’s what an Angry Mob looks like. And this is the short tale of how we went from that…

Frownie Pile @ Kings
…to this.

Frownie Pile @ Kings
Things began innocuously enough — Fox was totally confident…

Frownie Pile @ Kings
…while I, who had not run 13.1 miles earlier that day, was a little apprehensive. I mean, look at the scale of that damn thing!

Frownie Pile @ Kings
Nonetheless, we pressed on. I even volunteered to take on slightly more than half of my share — Fox dislikes whipped cream and maraschino cherries, so I laid claim to both.

And then we ate. And we ate. Frownie, ice cream scoop, cherry, frownie, ice cream scoop, cherry…

Frownie Pile @ Kings
…even as the ice cream headache set in…

Frownie Pile @ Kings
…and even as the ice cream began to melt into goop. (Which I find delicious, but clearly Fox prefers her ice cream in a solid state.)

Frownie Pile @ Kings
…even as sugar rage took hold….

…until we got so stuffed that we just. Couldn’t. Finish.

Frownie Pile @ Kings
Yes; while we consumed all 12 brownies, those boulder-like ice cream scoops did us in. We got through seven of them, the size of a boxer’s fist. But the rest had to be sealed up and brought home.

And that is how we emptied that massive serving bowl — by pouring what remained into a to-go cup. I don’t know much about abysses, but I do know this: when you dig into an Angry Mob, the Angry Mob digs into you.

(PS: we did eventually finish the leftovers, over the course of a week — and they were spectacular.)

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