manlycornhusk's blog post - How far would you go to find a meal?

Some of our greatest culinary finds were the result of misdirection and murphy's law.

Today, we set off to find a good pub burger. If you're a fan of a thick, juicy, fragrant and flavorful burger, you're probably aware that some of the best come out of some of the least expected places. The Farmer's Pub Burger with it's sauce dripping down your hand, crisp and tangy bacon, all the fixins and a bed of shoestring potatos. The Whimpy from Soren's...as pure a cheeseburger that can be had. You'd swear your letter sweater and date's poodle skirt would be splashed with the griddle grease. The Half-Pounder from The Metro, weighing slighty more with it's veggies, cheeses, sauces and onion rings all stuffed into a crispy bagel bun.....that one makes me re-live the crying into the night that my tummy hurts..lol.

Anyways....it was one of those days....I needed a killer burger to make up for an otherwise uneventful afternoon. East was the direction...if we didn't find it in this state, there was Indiana and Ohio to go before turning back around. Hey, I was serious. 45 minutes later....no luck and I'm starting to rationalize to my stomach that crackers really are on the food pyramid. My wife says...look, over there...a red door. Oh, I know the red door...they're not known for burgers...steaks, yes, but not burgers. But, I'm a pushover and she's not the burgermaddened Scarfmonster that I've become. Long story, cut short...no burgers....a really delicious steak that, if squinted at over the dinner roll kinda looked like a burger and the complaining stomach was quelled. Was my mind, though? No! Just delayed a bit. I will find that burger and I will eat it and wear it and belch it and I will have my day....

Perhaps it will be one of those Saturday drives to Chicago for German deli foods that turns into a keystone cops episode of wrong turns and bad directions and ends up at a corner diner in a part of the city I couldn't find again if I had to with a bag full of gyro's and Chicago dogs as the only reward for the 5 hour effort. Only reward, did I say...oh, what a reward! Delicious lamb and veal, onions, cucumbers, peppers, tomatos and cucumber sauce overflowing a thick, warm pita that needed a third hand to tame it...it was the best I've ever had and the hell if I know how to get back for a repeat performance. Of course, nobody makes a dog like Chicagoans....Rosen poppyseed bun, Vienna Beef weiner, onion, green relish, tomato, peppers, celery salt and mustard....no ketchup....that's heaven on earth.

Hmmmm....I think I've talked myself hungry and there's nobody here to tell me what is good or bad for me....so, it's my own standards now...if it isn't on fire while going in your mouth and you don't break a tooth on it and it doesn't talk back...it's fair game...especially with hot sauce..lmao

Peace and Love and Taste Bud Dreams....wink, wink

By the way....remember Murphy's Law? Well, here's Cole's Law.......it's thinly sliced cabbage in a white sauce...lmao