This guy ain't got shit on me

There is a lot of food in Orlando and my stomach found it all. Last night was Ohana, which is a place where you don't even order they just start bringing the pain. First it was salad, potatoes, then chicken, turkey, steak and pork. It comes right from the grill to you plate...then they finalize it with a huge banana foster dessert. Today we visited a couple of restaurants for the magazine and they decided to cook everything on their menu for us to sample so I feel like a hot lard mess. With that said I think I'm going for a run and to the pool to check out the cougar population.