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| - Having experienced Japanese/American fusion burgers before (fist to chest bump with two fingers kissed in the sky for you B Man's) I still thought that the food at Bachi Burger was fresh, innovative and most importantly, delicious. Bookending our first Vegas trip together, mi corazon was absolutely adamant that we stop by this restaurant on our way back to LA... which made the 8 hour drive back home somewhat more palatable... somewhat. :T More on that later.
And on a related note, I firmly think that the mindlessly reckless drivers that one invariably encounters on the long stretch of road between the IE and Las Vegas are terrible people... and if they crash their cars in the median due to their utter stupidity, they should be left to their own devices.
With that said, Corazon immediately declared to all within earshot that she had decided on the Shogun burger. I'd like to think that it was her sense of good taste and high breeding (after all, she is dating me!) that led her to choose the delightful mix of American wagyu, unagi, foie gras and other accoutrements and not the fact that it was by far the most expensive item on the menu at $25.
"25 Dollars!" I mentally screamed to myself in shock and awe at the price tag of the appropriately named "Shogun". "Well, two can play at that game" I told myself as I prepared to use my most persuasive tone normally reserved for dealing with irrational minorities and sleazy car salesmen.
Me: "Hey sweetie, great choice on the Shogun. I was thinking, I'm not really that hungry. Maybe we should just share the burger and get an order of the oxtail fries. I saw another table order them and they're so big." *inwardly snickering at circumventing an astronomical bill*
Corazon: *small voice* OK, we can do that... but it's suuuuch a goood buuuurgerrrrr... *heartfelt sigh along with sad eyes looking off into the distance a la Scarlett O'Hara in Gone with the Wind*
Needless to say, dear readers, I ended up ordering a burger for myself and mi corazon happily partook in her Shogun burger. To add further insult to the injury that I am a chumo that gets swayed by sad eyes and a cute face: I would ask for nibbles of her delicious burger and she'd purposely put her fingers really high up on the bun, effectively funneling my bites between her delicate fingers at 15-20% of normal bite capacity. In response, I angrily accused her of culinary stinginess, but she responded with a heartfelt denial coupled again with sad eyes, and I just gave up the ghost... $85, dear readers, for a couple of burgers and fries. Still, I'd like to think the look of sheer bliss on mi corazon's face was worth it.
To also take the sting out of the bill, I made sure to hoard 80% of the delicious oxtail/aoili topping on the fries, as well scarfing down my 1500 calorie burger and a tall 22 oz bottle of Dogfish Head Pilsner. And as we walked back to the car, ready to make the 280 mile trip back to LA, I tapped her on the shoulder, broke out my saddest eyes and asked her, "Sweetie, I'm really tired. Can you drive?" and hopped into the passenger seat and promptly fell asleep.
Best $85 I ever spent.
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