The colossal Titan breakfast challenge contains a whopping 57 items – including eight rashers of bacon, eight sausages, eight fried eggs, six hash browns, six slices of black pudding and a pound of mushrooms
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Many of us enjoy a fry-up in the morning, especially at the weekend, or after a big night out.
But there are limits, with many of us sticking to a smaller meal than one Cardiff cafe is offering punters foolhardy/brave enough to take on the mammoth challenge.
Wales Online visited Cardiff cafe Ramon’s this week, as one of their reporters attempted the Titan breakfast challenge, which consists of an incredible amount of food.
Entrants are required to eat eight rashers of bacon, eight sausages, eight fried eggs, six hash browns, six slices of black pudding, a pound of mushrooms, a pound of fried potatoes, an omelette, tomatoes, baked beans, three vanilla pancakes, four slices of buttered bread and another four slices of fried bread or toast in one hour.
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The entire ensemble costs £35 – and comes with a pint of orange juice and a mug of tea, with the opportunity to get your money back if you finish the meal in under an hour.
The meal contains a whopping 8,000 calories, more than triple the recommended daily intake for men, and four times the suggested intake for women.
Unsurprisingly, nobody has ever completed the challenge in the ten years that it’s been running.
Reporter John Jones admits he was “nervous” as seven plates of food arrived at his table, including a tea-tray sized platter brimming with meat, eggs and beans.
“Nobody has ever done it,” warned cafe owner Claire Thomson. “Lots of people try it and no one has really got close.”
With those inspiring words ringing in his ears, the writer spent 30 seconds “working out a plan of attack” before beginning the challenge.
Describing his journey, John wrote: “I ploughed on, taking down the tomatoes, beans and mushrooms with little bother, but after 20 minutes, I could still barely see any of the plates and I’d hardly made a dent in the mountain of sausages, eggs and bacon in front of me.
“The most off-putting element was the battlements of bread that surrounded the fortress of the main plate. With the fried bread and bread and butter, there was a whole loaf’s worth to get through, but I couldn’t bring myself to get started on the bready mountain.
“By this point, punters had turned to watch me struggle through the breakfast feast, with some cheering encouragement while others stared open-mouthed at a man shovelling a weighty forkful of beans into his already-too-full mouth.”
But with 30 minutes to go, things weren’t looking good – meat sweats had kicked in, while parts of the mammoth meal had barely been touched.
With only a few mouthfuls of the massive omelette eaten, while only half of the sausages, eggs and black pudding were eaten, the chances of beating the challenge were drastically reducing.
John added: “After taking a short break to wipe away my tears and the bean residue around my mouth, I sat nursing the pint of orange juice I’d been neglecting while I contemplated the life choices I’d made that had led me to this point.
“I feebly poked at what little remained – okay, half of the plate – and took a few desperate bites of the vanilla pancakes, which were really sweet and light – a welcome contrast to the onslaught of meat and carbs I’d faced for the last three-quarters of an hour.”
But it was time to admit it – the chances of winning were over, and the reporter gamely threw in the towel, as fellow cafegoers applauded him for attempting it at all.