it used to be, for many a moon, that i was a vegetarian. well, technically, a pescatarian, or whatever i was, it didn't matter, but i did spend a lot of time practicing and legitimately making looks of utter disgust coupled with condescending sneers at the losers around me who would tear into their steaks, burgers, birds and other bloody shit with nasty abandon. gross. not only were you just fat and seriously ugly, but you were going to die soon, that was pretty much the gist of it.
well, what can i say, life ebbs and flows.
for some reason, mainly because of bacon, i started eating meat again. i can't get enough of it. salads? fuck that, do i look like a cow?? all these things being highly considered, i've realized rather quickly that just like the cattle in the pasture, one burger is far from being like another. oh burgers, how i love thees, let me count the ways:
your juicy greasiness that leaves a delicious amino-acidy film in every crevasse of my mouth
your heft, as i hold you in my hand
THAT TASTE, you know the one
ketchup
ketchup
buns
i've decided i need to dwell on this. don't be surprised if there's a post on burgers twice a day now; i mean, why not?
here's a burger i had w my gf Laura at Morgane, a newish French joint on Bedford that you think could do sexy a littler better than literal grease-juice running in rivulets down my plate. how do you say "barf" en francais? no amount of fromage bleu is going to cut the serious [lame] cheese factor on this one. thumbs DOWN!!!!
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not long thereafter, on the brighter side of things, Jack, aka "my building husband"slash"pension partner" as in we'll live off my pension whilst living on his island, traipsed across my threshold waltzing a pint of Steve's orgasmic i don't even care if that's cliche this is frozen salty sticky caramel sunshine from the land where everything is really good no simply amazing 1000 our of scale of one to ten food no not sunshine that doesn't make sense it would melt it's inconceivable this taste oh my god ice cream. and THAT'S what i'm going with.
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well, what can i say, life ebbs and flows.
for some reason, mainly because of bacon, i started eating meat again. i can't get enough of it. salads? fuck that, do i look like a cow?? all these things being highly considered, i've realized rather quickly that just like the cattle in the pasture, one burger is far from being like another. oh burgers, how i love thees, let me count the ways:
your juicy greasiness that leaves a delicious amino-acidy film in every crevasse of my mouth
your heft, as i hold you in my hand
THAT TASTE, you know the one
ketchup
ketchup
buns
i've decided i need to dwell on this. don't be surprised if there's a post on burgers twice a day now; i mean, why not?
here's a burger i had w my gf Laura at Morgane, a newish French joint on Bedford that you think could do sexy a littler better than literal grease-juice running in rivulets down my plate. how do you say "barf" en francais? no amount of fromage bleu is going to cut the serious [lame] cheese factor on this one. thumbs DOWN!!!!
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