This weekend we tried a new burger place. The Black Sheep Lodge. I read some good reviews but was fully prepared to be disappointed. I usually am.
Then, the stars aligned, pigs flew, and hell froze over. I was not disappointed!! I had the garlicky sliders, or "Little Stinkers". I hate that name. But--the tiny burgers were super good. Strong roasted garlic flavor, but not enough to scare away vampires, fresh baby greens, mustard, and perfectly cooked, flavorful patties. PLUS, I got them with overly salty tater tots. Anywhere that serves tater tots is right with me. Needless to say, I'm pretty pumped about The Black Sheep Lodge. Finally, I am not able to criticize. At least not about the food.
Post Black Sheep Lodge we went to the best sno-cone stand in town. I got a Medium Tiger's Blood with cream. Which was excellent. Cream? On a sno-cone? That's right folks, this IS heaven.
Then I feel asleep on the couch and woke up 3 hours later with a bad-for-you-food hangover headache.
So, yes. If we didn't have to eat or sleep we might all be in tiny flying pods and have a cure for cancer and heart disease (or would we not have either b/c we don't eat?) But we also wouldn't have the satisfaction of falling asleep on the couch on a sunny Saturday, baseball in the background, stomach full, knowing that an alarm clock would not wake us up.
Were it not the antithesis to the indulgence, a mission to produce a Tot from scratch and thus elevate the lowly Tater Tot to gourmet status would be a worthy endeavor.
ReplyDeleteAlas, Tots are best when they have tumbled from a frozen plastic bag.
Perhaps a few words on another cooking endeavor?
A life lived without a Saturday-afternoon-fried-food-induced, baseball-in-the-background nap is not worth living.
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