Death By Pasta
As Olive Garden unleashes its Never Ending Pasta Bowl upon the world, we investigate how much pasta people can eat before their gut bursts.
I once met a competitive eater from New Jersey who didn’t care about winning. He just wanted the free food. If crowds liked to cheer as he pushed gravy-lubed turkey dinners down his throat, so be it. Usually, he’d finish somewhere in the middle—good enough to keep competing but not to become the Garden State’s Kobayashi. This gluttonous ambivalence to competition always struck me as unbelievable. At least until I heard about Olive Garden’s Pasta Pass.
