Damn you, Natchan. I remember you being tasty.
Sep 172007
Just made myself some garlic wieners and potatoes. Potatoes with the skin left on! I know some people are all about removing the skin from their fruits and veggies, but when I saw folks peeling their grapes, or even better somehow sucking the innards out, at lunch I couldn’t help but ask why.
“That’s just how it is,” was the most common answer.
Completely bizarre, but what the hell. I gave it a shot and inadvertently sprayed a nearby teacher with grape innards. Whoops. Looks like I’m off to a great start.
While I had known about this retailer of miniature burgers prior to the lauded stoner flick that celebrated the tiny burgers, I can’t remember ever walking into a White Castle in my years. So this weekend when spending some time up in North Jersey with friends, I demanded we hit up this restaurant. For science’s sake, obviously. I had partaken in White Castle’s microwavable offerings but fresh from the grill was never had by I.
Waiting in line, I scoured the menu for something noteworthy. Something that would make an impact upon my life. I found this:
Fuck damn. That’s a lot of mini burgers. Thirty, to be exact. Steam grilled. I’m not exactly sure what that means, but it reminded me of the patented Skinner Burger Recipe for Steamed Hams. So, I delved in.
It’s a sea of burgers!
And a close-up for those unfamiliar with these burgers.
I’m actually quite enamored with their taste. The company must follow my religion of condiment packing on burgers, because they managed to squeeze plenty of ketchup, cheese, pickles and sliced onions into every delicious bite. And as Orson Welles would say, they’re even better raw! Er, cold. But even then they’re still delicious. Shit, I’ve still got five left and I bought them on Friday. My stomach is sad that I won’t be eating more after these five, but my heart is probably glad.
Oh, and White Castle even packs terrible entertainment into the hamburger’s box. Click the image for the answer. I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised.
I never had a Chunky™ candy bar until today. The surprising thing is there are raisins in these things. Raisins! In candy bars! What is this shit?
Besides delicious. Because they are delicious.
If there is one group of people who drive me batty, it’s the health nuts. Sure, I’m not entirely fit and I know that’s my fault. I can live with this. But without the occasional indulgence, food becomes boring. And with something that I do three times a day, I want a little variety or spice. I want a monster to shove down my throat and later regret. But really, I just love to try new and crazy foods. I’d love to try almost everything once. In attempt to appease my appetite for the trying of new things, Wendy’s delivered me the Baconantor.
It’s indeed a daunting monster in Wendy’s ads, but the reality just isn’t the same.
It tastes like one would imagine. Beef, bacon, cheese, mayo. Extra ketchup for me because I deem it so. Outside of its seeming ridiculousness, the burger really doesn’t have anything going for it. No special tasty sauce, no outrageous spiciness. Just excessiveness. I’d like to say that’s a selling point, but it really isn’t. Sorry Wendy.
Final Verdict
Truthfully, I’d just take a Jr. Bacon or two instead. If there’s some sort of bacon threshold, this sandwich comes close. The Law of Diminishing Returns and bacon just unfortunately go together.
Well, as I am about to depart Rochester, I am hitting up the places I enjoyed the most, which pretty much limits it to restaurants.
I can’t complain about that.
So Tuesday night I went and got myself a garbage plate. Sweet Christ on a cracker, I’m going to miss these things more than I should. Hopefully I’ll be forced to walk a lot in Japan. I show pictures of garbage plates to out of the area friends and get no positive responses. Obviously it’s not the healthiest thing to shove down your food pipes, but it’s not like my friend’s don’t eat this shit anyway. Just put it together. And pour delicious sauces on top.
Mmm…
Having been a college student for six years up, I have eaten my fair share of pizza. Most of it shitty, but generally undeniably cheap. On Wednesday, my roommate and I purchased five medium pizzas for $25. And I’m still eating it. In fact, there’s still more for me to reheat. But, a savior is there.
Hot sauce.
Holy shit do I drench my reheated pizza in it now. And goodness is it awesome.
Now this is a cereal. Honey flavor. Bunches of stuff. Oats. Peaches. Delicious.
Fuck you, Grape Nuts.
Apr 212007
My bowels are already fighting back.
Had Indian food for the first time last night. Chicken vindaloo. My goodness that burns like crazy. Yet it is quite tasty. A tad too pricey for the likes of me, $11 for a bowl that didn’t quite fill me up, but good food nonetheless.
Hot Fuzz also opens this weekend, which is good news for movie lovers almost everywhere. Seems that it didn’t get much of a wide release, but Rochester had it showing in a few places, so I caught an early evening show. I was very pleased.
If you enjoyed Shaun of the Dead, go see Hot Fuzz. (Same folks behind both films.) So go. Now. Seriously, get up and go to the closest theater that’s showing it. Hot Fuzz is, dare I say it, better than Shaun of the Dead, which I never saw coming. It takes a while for the film to build up, but the payoff is amazing.
What the fuck is this Grape Nuts bullshit? The entire title of the cereal is a lie.
I thank my parents for raising me in a safe, stable environment. But parents must also warn their children of potential dangers. Grape Nuts was not something I was warned about.
Grapes and nuts. All I was really expecting. Just some freeze dried grapes and nuts sprinkled through some kind of whole grain cereal. Instead I get a box of supposedly edible gravel.
I am not happy right now.
