My Inner Fat Boy

Dante. Yep, that's his name. Who is that, you ask? Oh...that's my inner fat boy. That's right...there is someone else that resides in this thin frame...and he emerges pretty damn often. Often enough that many of my friends routinely call or contact me to get advice on restaurants and food in and around the District. But, they don't really call to speak to me. They call to speak to Dante. Dante is indeed the food consigliere. Dante loves...no...adores food and gets uber excited by just the thought of it. And, on days like today...a beaufitul Friday...but not just any Friday...Farragut Food Truck Friday...Dante is exploding with glee. And, then it happens -- Dante looks at the FoodTruckFiesta real time food truck tracker (yes, it is bookmarked in all of Dante's electronic devices) and realizes that there are 14 food trucks in the Square today. 14. Yes. One cannot explain how syced Dante is right now. Uber syced. The problem with having an inner fat boy, though, is making sure that he stays in his lane b/c it ain't like my metabolism stays slaying the fat. No sirs and ma'ams. Keeping the inner fat boy requires having a routine workout (or weight loss) plan b/c God forbid the inner fat boy becomes just...the fat boy. Hell to the naw...can't have that! Won't have that...by any means necessary. Yep...by any means. Anyways...enough typing...Dante needs to eat.