I was ravenous when I stumbled into Philos Grill eight hours ago. I won't eat again until lunch tomorrow. Overwhelmed by the absurdly eclectic menu posted on the wall, I handed the personable woman behind the counter of the Truman Road diner ten dollars and asked her to choose for me. Minutes later she delivered a delicious slab of ribs with sides of fries, beans and slaw to my table. It was a fat boy's fantasy.