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| - Farmhouse Burger aka something memorable about my Arizona trip.
You know that part in the relationship where you're just starting out? The part where it's talking and butterflies? You know, before he shows you who he really is, and makes you wanna run home, lock your door, and hide under your covers forever? The beginning, where you have no idea he's a psycho and he treats you like a princess? This burger is so much better than that!
I went to Gordon Biersch to eat, not to fall in love. But hey, two birds, one burger. I think I went with my mom and cousins. By "I think" I don't mean we all got so wasted that I don't remember. By "I think" I mean I THINK there were people, I KNOW they were talking, but I was too distracted by the orgasms that were happening via my taste buds.
Let me paint this picture for you: Bacon jam. Need I say more? No? Well I'm going to. Arugula, roasted tomatoes, mustard sauce, and a juicy beef patty topped with a fried egg, and don't forget the garlic fries! Are we absolutely sure lust and gluttony are deadly sins? I'm looking into it. Apologize in advance to everyone for the inappropriate noises you will be making while consuming. Not to be made in front of small children. You have been warned.
PS. I accept thank-you's in the form of Visa, MasterCard, or Pay Pal.
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