2015/03/17 — Day Trois; The St. Patty’s Day Burger

The day before this, Stephen grilled a pork shoulder and some chicken for our lunches during the week. Our fridge is a wonderful 4 degree celcius meat haven — but since there’s this blog, and the ever growing adventures of the Burger Club (lame?) we took to the bar to get some delicious burgers! Great idea everyone! Meghan tagged along since her plans fell through.

I got home relatively early today, I ended up going for a run since Stephen is on deadline and Meghan had a deadline too. Taking advantage of the nice weather, I decided I could squeeze in two miles and shower and then we could go out. We made it to the bar by 7 something and got decent seats at the bar. Also, we took Meghan’s way — I commend her really cool fun way of getting there.

We were deliberating whether or not the bartender was the girl who signed us onto the burger club. Stephen remarked “I think this is a She’s All That moment, she doesn’t have her glasses on.” We laugh and continue flipping at the menus deciding again what we’re going to get.

She comes to order for us and asks: “didn’t I sign you guys up, there was that girl from Clark?” We fucking lose it, and I scream at Stephen to tell her what she just said. Saying nothing — she walks away and comes back with her glasses, while she’s accessorized in other St. Patty’s day trimmings. Without a pause, this girl takes off her glasses and whips her hair. She killed it. We didn’t really mean anything by the comment, but it was just commentary on how we couldn’t differentiate because we’re simple burger-thirsty neanderthals.

We place our extremely complicated burger order and on with the show.

Meghan was the only one that drank. Sorry Meghan… they had this really good looking oatmeal stout too.

Burgers

Disclaimer — we forgot to take some photos pre-bites…

David — Created House Grind Burger

Stephen — Created Chicken Burger

Meghan — Created Chicken Burger; Bitten & Smitten

Highlights

So they’ve been giving us brioche buns by default instead of the usual sesame seed buns. It angers me from within because I love brioche and I can’t eat it because of keto. You’re going to hear a lot of bitching about this probably.

That brioche bun was like a choir of angels screaming death metal in my mouth. There was a mosh pit of angels just thrashing on my taste buds, that brioche roll was fucking bomb.

The Fix’s burgers are progressively tasting better; I’m not sure if that’s a symptom of Stockholm Syndrome, but kudos to you The Fix — you guys really do make amazing burgers.

Stephen is vowing to get chicken for more toppings. Meghan took the same route. I can’t sway from the burgers just yet, they’re just too good.

I really can’t wait until this keto is done, I’m extremely committed to it, because I’ve already lost 7 lbs, but man, I really want a beer. Can you hear the desperation?

We left the bar, cognizant that we know the playlist by heart already, feeling full-filled in our burger adventure. 360 days left to go, people. Thanks for tuning in!

Bonus Photo — Burgalicious Definition, Make Them Boys Not Go To Boloco Because The Fix is Better