I'm talking ribs, sloppy joes, and of course burgers.
Being the burger enthusiast that I am, I go big (and never go home) when it comes to eating these stacks of mouthwatering goodness. The minute said plate of heaven is placed in front of me, the thought of using a napkin or other cleaning device becomes completely irrelevant. What good would man food be if you looked like a lady eating it? I mean, c'mon there's no fun in that...
So the other day, Liam and I set out on a mission to find a new burger joint we could call 'ours' and came across this jem: Bugeroom.
Deciding that our appetites were big enough to demolish a small supermarket, we settled on two different burgers with a side of curly cheese fries.
Being a bit daring I went for the Chili Beef Burger where red faces and watering eyes were just part of the experience.
I'd like to think that I cook a meanly tender chicken but mine didn't even TOUCH this chicken burger. Burgeroom, please, let me in on your secret ways of deliciousness.
Nom nom nom..here.
But please, on behalf of man food, leave your napkins and femininity at the door.