The burger. It’s a juicy, esculent and downright delicious experience of four of the basic food groups : Fatty, ground beef; fresh, rich cheese; crisp, crunchy vegetables; and juice-sopping grains; all scientifically situated to dance with one another in a mesmerizing four person samba that is just oh...so...satisfying.
To quote our favorite TV show:
“Just a burger? JUST a burger? I mean...that first bite -- oh, what heaven that first bite is. The bun, like a sesame freckled breast of an angel, resting gently on the ketchup and mustard below, flavors mingling in a seductive pas de deux. And then...a pickle! The most playful little pickle! Then a slice of tomato, a leaf of lettuce and a...a patty of ground beef so exquisite, swirling in your mouth, breaking apart, and combining again in a fugue of sweets and savor so delightful. This is no mere sandwich of grilled meat and toasted bread. This is God, speaking to us in food.”
I’m a writer (Yes this is Amie here) and even I struggle with putting the most satisfying comfort food into a well versed enough description to do it justice (I acknowledge the burger isn’t EVERYONE’s most satisfying comfort food, but come on, we’re American. And Americans like burgers).
What I can do, love to do and want to do -- and what I’ve happily taught Jason about, rendering him an acutely-palated foodie who’s as snobby as I am -- is WRITE about food. Rate it. Talk about it and compare it with foods I’ve experienced in the past and foods I want to grapple with in the future.
And that, my friends and family, fellow burger aficionados and random readers who come across this prurient blog describing that succulent, scrumptious and saliva-inducing sandwich, is exactly what we plan on doing:
Embracing, enjoying and embellishing upon those Portland burgers so good we cry when we take the last bite (And in turn, try to distract the other in hopes for a second last bite); burgers like movies we’d rather wait to rent than see on the big screen; and burgers so awful we’re wishing Monday morning would magically and immediately arrive, as the first day of our 50 hour weeks would be far, far better.
We hope you enjoy our musings!
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