Wednesday, September 12, 2007
George Wants 6, to go-
Our "long weekend" extended 'till Tuesday morning, and then the minute we got home yesterday afternoon I had to turn around and go to a book auction. But it was a nice few days with Amy's aunt and uncle at the Hideaway near the ocean. Over the course of the weekend and the drive home, a few things occurred to me-
If we want to get rid of all the terrorists in Iraq, all we need to do is send a few squads of Massachusetts' SUV drivers over. Your average terrorist would be no match for your average "Masshole"* behind the wheel of an SUV, and the terrorists they didn't flatten or drive off the road would be so traumatized they wouldn't stop running 'till they got to Bangladesh.
While we were away we feasted on fresh, wonderfully prepared fish every night. The drive home yesterday had to be quick since I needed to get to the auction, so we stopped at a Burger King for lunch. Back when I was a kid, the biggest thing on the menu was the Whopper. It was the Ultimate Burger.
Now it’s the eeney teeny sandwich for wimps.
Real Americans evidently require two, three or even four patties stacked on their buns, with cheese and bacon to top it all off.
As I’ve mentioned before here, I love a good burger. I’ve eaten ostrich burgers, and venison burgers, and think that there’s nothing better than a buffalo burger. If it’s a mammal, and you can catch it, grind it up and grill it, I’ll eat it. Your plain old beef burger is great too- we’ve got a couple of diners around here that make superb hamburgers. But the stuff they serve at Burger King may not even be beef. I think those patties are made from the cartons the drinking straws come in.
It’s always been like that though- what’s new is this stacking thing. It’s just weird. The typical American substitution of quantity for quality, with about 300 grams of saturated fat.
That’s not a hamburger, it’s Death on a Bun.
And just last night, during the Red Sox game, McDonald’s had an ad for their newest sandwich which was, I swear to God, a couple of patties topped with cheese, bacon and... a deep fried chicken patty.
Um... can we get a few tubs of those for George W. Bush, to go?
Oh yeah, and it's been a few days since we had a picture of Audrey Tatou.
*word stolen from Malach.