The PUNISHER gets PUNISHED! (or, eating lots of French toast)

Not too long ago, I mentioned to Shawn that Kneaders had all-you-can-eat French toast for relatively cheap. So, he decided he was going to hit up Kneaders on his day off to pound some. Keep in mind that we refer to Shawn as “the Punisher” for a reason: his ability to down copious amounts of food quickly.

So we were a bit disappointed to see this status update on Facebook from Shawn on Tuesday morning:

Weak sauce, I tapped out after my second plate of Kneaders endless cinnamon French Toast.

Which elicited these responses:

Mar: Awww… I expected better things of you.
Steve: fail!
Dan: Wait, what?!? The PUNISHER?!?!? Tapped out?!?!? Holy snap, son…words fail to describe this fail. Haha, lame…

The subject came up last night when the 4 Sloan boys happened to be at the parents’ place at the same time. Steve and I both had the day off the next day, so I suggested that we hit up Kneaders for breakfast the next day and try to out-punish the punisher 😀

Muti tagged along this morning to have some French toast as well. Oh man, this is probably the best French toast I’ve had. The “syrup” nearly had the texture of warm caramel, it was so gooey (not even sure what that stuff was, though I know it had cinnamon in it. Lots and lots of cinnamon). And during round 2, Steve got the idea to spread that whipped cream on top, so I followed suit. OH MY. My head nearly exploded with deliciousness.

The outcome? Steve man-handled both me and Shawn. Granted, I managed to eat two and a half plates (each plate has two thick slices of French toast, so I ate five slices total), thus outpacing Shawn, but there was moment where I had to pause and really focus to finish off the last half of that last piece.

Steve? Three full plates, and he didn’t even flinch. He acted like he was good after five slices, but then he started cutting into the sixth slice and my eyes grew wide, haha. And he didn’t even FLINCH, nor was he phased in any way.

Most impressive.

The best part about the whole thing? Some unexpected hilarity that came from having Muti tag along. I think it was during our first refill / second plate that she began to be entirely grossed out by us eating all that French toast. So many disgusted reactions, and we were busting up every time.

You see, Muti can’t eat as much anymore, so one slice and she was done, hardly made a dent in her second slice. The thought of eating even part of the amount we ate was making her a bit sick, ehehe.

Good times all around. Steven definitely wins this round, much to Shawn’s chagrin. It really remains to be seen whether Dan will ever step up to the plate, throw down, and challenge the title.