Now I want a burger.
Best burgers I've ever had are at the zoo bar across the street from the National Zoo in DC. (It has an actual name, but I've never heard anyone call it anything other than zoo bar. ) I have yet to find the best burger in Chicago, though generally the quality is way above average for other places I've lived.
egg and olive sandwhiches
I feel bad for your loss while being completely disgusted...
OK, fuck it. I'm going to the Shake Shack. Maybe I'll just walk home.
Today was no-such-thing-as-a-free-lunch day (aka, staff appreciation day lunch, free if you sell them your labor and spend your entire lunch hour standing in line for greasy stuff day). No burger, but good barbecue. OTOH, the potato salad terrified me.
I may never eat again.
Oh, oh! Here's something I learned this weekend that I never even suspected. The olive gunk on a mufaletta is made with green olives, not black. This never even vaguely occurred to me, and I was amused at how completely shocked I was. (FTR, that moves them only into the Ver Slightly Less Gross category, so I'm still never ever going to eat one.)
I had a kick-ass burger for dinner last night, from a local bar/restaurant. Big thick burger, juicy, with tomato and avocado. So. fucking. good.
Omigod -- your Staff Appreciation Day is exactly like mine. Except that mine happens in July or August.
My brother was telling me about one of the kids in his Boy Scout troop who evidently didn't know that hash browns were made out of potatos.
("What did he think they were made of?" he said, and of course I immediately answered "Hash?")
The ones I've tasted seemed to have been made of coagulated water.