I want to go ahead and preempt this entry by making it very clear that I had no intentions of getting another cheeseburger today.
In fact, realizing that I’ve had four meaty discs in less than 24 hours is a little jarring. Today’s dead cow intake, however, was more of necessity than anything else.
Last night I went out with some peeps of mine and had a real swell time.
My swell time involved a plethora of pink clothes, regrettable remarks toward a cat, the ill-effects of a certain awesome photographer’s questionable shot-making/taking skills, nail polish (hard to remove nail polish, mind you), missing the subway, far too much conversation revolving around the 1989 comedy “Look Who’s Talking,” one of Boston’s rarities: a cab driver who doesn’t want to talk and plenty of pink rage!!
Obviously the night contained all the trappings of a glorious evening on the town.
The evening ended, however, with my falling asleep on my couch watching Family Guy re-runs at 1:30 in the morning. As a result, I woke up late and had to scramble to get showered and out of the house in time to open the library.
With no time to make lunch/breakfast, I swung by Fresco’s—home of the rage-reducing burger—and snagged some lunch to shove in my face whilst opening the library.
Good times. Good times, indeed.
What: Bacon Cheeseburger
Where: Fresco’s, near MIT
When: January 9, 2010
How (was it): As always, Fresco’s hooked me up with a pretty solid burger.
The patty itself doesn’t have a lot of pizzazz. It could use some seasoning, or at the least a healthy dose of salt and pepper, but it is always cooked to perfection (read. melty, gooey white American cheese and fresh-cooked, crispy bacon).
Additionally, they rock the toppings really well. It’s like a mini-salad atop my burger and the bun-to-burger-to-veggie ratio is about as perfect as it gets.