I know, I know, I know…
I’ve been trying to reduce the amount of Wendy’s I toss in my face, but I really couldn’t resist.
I hadn’t really eaten all day and was at softball practice for like three hours. I was tired and hungry and on my way to have an adult beverage or two. Without some food in my belly I’d undoubtedly turn into Blackout Gravey…and the world doesn’t need any more of that than it already has to deal with, as such, Wendy’s was a solid choice.
Cheeseburgers #055 & #056
What: Junior Bacon Cheeseburger
Where: Ghetto Wendy’s
When: May 9, 2010
How (was it): They were about as good as anything at Wendy’s that costs a buck can be.
They were hot, the toppings were all crispy and good, and they totally spaced on the tomato, which was great because I wasn’t really feelin’ tomatoes yesterday anyway.
In the end, the burgers did what they were supposed to do, pad my stum-stum and keep me from either vomiting because I was starving and/or keep me from getting wastey-faced after one beer.