I wrote about my obsessive adoration for this show over the holidays, but it seems like more and more people are just discovering this show (at least in my circle of friends). Which makes me feel better, since I watch so many cable shows that no one else does, and I'm always lacking for people to discuss them with. Anyway, I've been watching enthusiastic eater Adam Richman chow down on some of the most tasty, if not the most calorie-conscious, treats that America has to offer. He's such a charming guy that you just kind of want to hang out with him as he pigs out. You want to cheer him on as he tries to down the equivalent of a gallon of ice cream in milkshake form. You can't help but feel sorry for him when he doesn't achieve his mission. Though the episode where he only had two bites left of the omelet and couldn't do it... that had me shouting at the TV. Two. Bites. A normal person would not be able to even get that far, but I've come to expect more from him. He's eaten some of the most atomically hot food known to man and can scarf down steaks that are bigger than my head. Anyone who can consume a dozen plates of oysters should be able to scarf down two more bites of an omelet... no matter what the size. Irrational, I know. But it doesn't diminish my love of this show.