Improv comedy makes me nervous even when very skilled practitioners tackle it. Perhaps it's that there's always an ever-present chance for complete and abject failure. But I knew on Saturday night at Summer Arts that I was in very good hands with Dasariski, an L.A.-based group known for its "slow play," or longform, style of comedy in which a single audience suggestion triggers an entire 45-minute plot.

The word combustion comes to mind with this process -- it's as if the audience suggestion provides the spark, and the story and characters just come roaring along almost of their own accord, with little details here and there providing the embers that further the flames. The suggestion from the audience on Saturday was "birthday sex." The actors took off on a giddy narrative that included a randy 90-year-old grandmother and three of her grandchildren preparing for her birthday party.

So my partner and I went yesterday to Claim Jumper -- aka the "They Serve You So Much Food You Explode" restaurant option -- because my parents were in town and we wanted to take them to a place they'd never been. Things went fine, very yummy, until one of us picked up the nutritional-facts supplement, which was enclosed in classy faux leather and tucked, like the one forbidden thing in the fairy tale that you aren't supposed to touch, next to the condiments. "You don't want to look at that," our server admonished us good-naturedly when she saw us reach for it.

We should have listened. On our menu: The Classic Cheeseburger is a trim 1,360 calories -- without the fries. The Grilled Cobb Sandwich clocks in at 1,252 calories. The Lemon Bar Brulee, which one of us had just ordered for dessert, is 1,077 calories.

And guess -- just guess -- how much the infamous Chocolate Motherlode Cake, shown above, weighs in on the calorie scale. (Though it's meant to be shared, the servers at Claim Jumper tell stories about single patrons finishing the whole thing.) Go ahead. Give your best shot. How many calories? The answer is on the jump.

This isn't necessarily to bash Claim Jumper, though I do have to wonder why they make their entrees large enough to fuel an average human for a day. I'm sure that most restaurants are just as fattening. But to be confronted with the cold, stark evidence is almost brutal. I have a gift certificate for Mimi's Cafe. Just keep me away from their darn nutritional chart.