wednesday, october 21, 2009

another cheeseburgerwednesday success! another fucking amazing umami burger down the gullet. and the manly - with its fingernail-sized chunks of fried bacon fat, and its beer-drunk cheddar cheese - wins over another person.

a (once) large and (still) loquacious fellow was rendered unable to converse during his cheeseburger-to-mouth lovemaking session. i was mesmerized. to look away was blasphemous. this was a henry miller moment, straight from the pages of tropic of cheeseburger. soon, the voyuer in me became a participant when my own cheeseburger arrived, naked and dripping it’s juices. after the mastication commenced, the jokes flew. laughs became second to chewing, third to breathing. it was a challenge to gasp for a breath. any witty metaphor could cause one to choke on (what would be) their last supper. not a bad way to go.

for this reason, this is what cheeseburgerwednesday was designed to do: bring friends together for good conversation over a good (red) meaty meal. i can’t have red meat more than once (or twice if i’m feeling indulgent) a week due to the possibility of my ever expanding food-processing region, so i’ve decided to make a weekly congruence of cheeseburgers to my facehole in order to pacify the carnivorous gods. and i think it works.

wednesdays have become mini fridays, to paraphrase my less than three (and cheeseburgerwednesday veteran). the mid-week blues are shaken from the soul in a raucous blast of rare-ishcattle and velvet pasteurization; a legit laugh and a solid embrace from a compatriot destroy those thoughts of despair that creep into your body 72 hours after the weekend is finalized; hell, you eat an awesome burger and discuss life with a few close people. that is what cheeseburgerwednesday was made for. that’s why i do it every seven days.

find out where the next cheeseburgerwednesday will be enjoyed at @chzburger_wed, and join me in the burger-eating revelry.