We won and lost at 'Cleaning
the Sink' at Angie's
A BIG PILE OF GOOD STUFF:
Students dive into the Kitchen Sink at Angie's.
/ Photo by Michelle Butler
By Michelle Butler
April 15, 2009 | We entered a crowded restaurant filled
with the valley's locals, a mixture of young families,
older couples and of course hoards of college kids.
There were four of us. Myself, my husband Zac, my sister
Jen, and her fiancé Greg. Although friends naturally,
tonight we were going to embark upon a mission that
would ultimately test our friendship and the very fibers
of our beings. We had come to clean the kitchen sink
The kitchen sink is a well-known mammoth dessert that
locals both fear and respect. The mere attempt to consume
it has landed individuals in the hospital (maybe) and
if one is victorious, it earns them ultimate respect
and a fine looking bumper sticker!
We were seated in a blue booth, close to the front.
We had just watched a family of seven unsuccessful attempt
the kitchen sink. After their shameful failure, we doubted
our abilities. And so began our strategy session. The
kitchen sink is a gallon, repeat a full GALLON of vanilla
ice cream. It's topped with two full bananas, whipped
cream, three toppings of your choice, nuts and of course
a cherry on top.
Strategy one was to eliminate the whipped topping
by scraping it off and disposing it in our napkins.
Strategy two: eat quickly before you fill up, but avoid
brain freeze. We considered puking in the parking lot,
relieving our bladders, not drinking any water, hiding
the ice cream in our cups, to go boxes, or on someone
else's table. Finally, we began to call our friends,
begging them to come assist us. Soon, our giant sundae
arrived, served in a kitchen sink.
We knew at first glance we were in trouble. The sundae
doesn't seem too big, but after you shove your spoon
to the bottom and you can barely see the top of it,
you begin to realize just how deep the bowl is and how
much ice cream there is.
An hour and a half later, that's right over an hour
of our lives was spent trying to eat ice cream, we waddled
out the front door, with a brand new bumper sticker.
Yes we had won, but it came at a cost, and this is why:
Here's a quick run down on the kitchen sink in all
Gallon of ice cream: 4224 calories
Whipped cream: 35 calories
Chocolate sauce: 90 calories
Oreos: 130 Calories
Carmel sauce: 150 calories
That's about 4629 calories give or take a few.
Yep, and I ate about a fourth of that. Guess I'll go
running this next week… and the week after that!