Hamburgers with Jimmy
What a weekend! All I want right now is to stroll into a cool, dark bar somewhere and down margaritas by the gallon.
Chaos reigns in the living-room where I have boxes piled up six-deep. Bags are strewn about, waiting to be organized and labeled. Mysterious objects roll around, waiting to be discerned as a missing part of some recognizable instrument. Books keep appearing out of nowhere - books that I thought I'd packed days ago, books that I didn't know I had, books that creep up on me from behind cushions, under the bed, in kitchen drawers and why the hell do I have so many books anyway? Loose papers taunt me with their utter disinterest to be categorized and pigeonholed; and I still have three loads of laundry to get through.
Jimmy Buffett and a Lick's burger work quickly to preserve my sanity.
An ubiquitous summer fare - the hamburger - is given royal treatment at Lick's. 8 oz. of pure lean beef, seasoned with the right blend of spices to accentuate the meat, a generous scoop of (real!) shredded cheddar, two thick slices of back bacon and your choice of toppings. With a great piece of meat, simpler is better - I opt for some onions, hot peppers and just a squirt of mustard. (It's one hefty sandwich when all's said and done but if you feel that you'd like to flirt more intimately with cardiac arrest, Lick's will offer to "hulk it up" for you.) A side order of hand-cut fries and a root beer and I'm ready to go.
As Jimmy Buffett belts out reasons to laugh and slow down, I reconnect with my burger and stop worrying about movers, packing, laundry, the lack of air conditioning, sleepless nights and what Batman ever saw in Robin. I'll be fighting enough battles tomorrow and in the grand scheme of things,
Chaos reigns in the living-room where I have boxes piled up six-deep. Bags are strewn about, waiting to be organized and labeled. Mysterious objects roll around, waiting to be discerned as a missing part of some recognizable instrument. Books keep appearing out of nowhere - books that I thought I'd packed days ago, books that I didn't know I had, books that creep up on me from behind cushions, under the bed, in kitchen drawers and why the hell do I have so many books anyway? Loose papers taunt me with their utter disinterest to be categorized and pigeonholed; and I still have three loads of laundry to get through.
Jimmy Buffett and a Lick's burger work quickly to preserve my sanity.
An ubiquitous summer fare - the hamburger - is given royal treatment at Lick's. 8 oz. of pure lean beef, seasoned with the right blend of spices to accentuate the meat, a generous scoop of (real!) shredded cheddar, two thick slices of back bacon and your choice of toppings. With a great piece of meat, simpler is better - I opt for some onions, hot peppers and just a squirt of mustard. (It's one hefty sandwich when all's said and done but if you feel that you'd like to flirt more intimately with cardiac arrest, Lick's will offer to "hulk it up" for you.) A side order of hand-cut fries and a root beer and I'm ready to go.
As Jimmy Buffett belts out reasons to laugh and slow down, I reconnect with my burger and stop worrying about movers, packing, laundry, the lack of air conditioning, sleepless nights and what Batman ever saw in Robin. I'll be fighting enough battles tomorrow and in the grand scheme of things,
"For a cheeseburger in paradise
Makin' the best of every virtue and vice
Worth every damn bit of sacrifice
To get a cheeseburger in paradise"
posted by Flora at 10:14 PM
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