For Thanksgiving, my dad wanted to go to our usual restaurant, where there were unlimited amounts of appetizers and desserts, and each table got its own 14-pound turkey. But my grandparents had never had Thanksgiving in a restaurant and, after traveling for 17 hours, they didn't want to start.



Source: http://well.blogs.nytimes.com/2012/11/19/a-fat-dad-thanksgiving/?partner=rss&emc=rss
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