So when we first came here, Mike decided that we didn’t need to eat beef. What with the mad cow scares and everything, he decided that it was a chance that we shouldn’t take. Then we moved 5,000 miles away from Whataburger and he changed his mind pretty quickly. He decided that beef was fine, but he had left his poor wife permanently terrified. He would order beef tacos and I would order pork and tell him that someone had to be there to take care of him when he turned into an angry cow. But man, I need a hamburger. Friday, Mike came when I got off work and took me to lunch. There is a chain all over called Gourmet Burger Kitchen and I researched it online. They offer beef from 100% grass fed animals..organic…bla bla bla. So I decided that I would do it. It was a cute place with super cute ketchup dispensers:
On a side note: Mike and I have been really into olives lately. We sampled some great ones at the market and have been eating them at restaurants. Here are is our apetiser.
So I got a classic hamburger and fries. Just mayo because the only way you are getting good mustard over here is if you whip a bottle of French’s out of your purse.
So. I ate my first British hamburger. Actually, half of it. I had heard that British beef tastes different and many of the Americans that I have talked to said that they never ate it because they just didn’t like it. I think that I am in their camp. There was nothing wrong with it, no weird flavors or spices. It just didn’t taste like I think beef should taste. There are plenty of other choices around here and I think that I will probably not eat much beef. But since I only ate half my burger, maybe I’ll just turn into half a mad cow. I wonder which half?