I feel like all of those crazy-ass little flying monkey people in the “Wizard of Oz.”
Now believe me, this isn’t drink or drug induced, it is merely a result of the new found freedom I’ve been granted thanks to an awful lunch-time visit to Wendy’s last Friday.
Luckily, I had a bad go’round with the B&B last Friday and I can’t help but feel as though the burger’s stranglehold on me has loosened.
Perhaps a Wendy’s Embargo won’t be necessary…yet.
What: Wendy’s Bacon and Blue Burger
Where: Ghetto Wendy’s in Central Square
When: March 19, 2010
How (was it): Good, not great.
The worst thing a dude can do is swing by the Ghetto Wendy’s during the lunch rush. The place is packed. The service is awful. The food is even worse.
I did just that on Friday, I had intended to go to Four Burgers for a “classy burger” but—as is all-too-often the case at lunch time—their line was nearly to the door and I didn’t have that kind of time to spare.
So I sauntered back to Wendy’s with a pretty good understanding that this would likely be the end of my unblemished love affair with the Bacon and Blue burger.
It was just that.
The sauce, sautéed onions, bacon and blue cheese were still rockin’…but the burger itself was disgustingly greasy. It was gross to hold it and it was seeping through the wrapper. Just gross.
The lettuce and tomato were both of the soggy/limp/dead/disgusting variety and despite picking them off the burger, their nasty-assed awfulness lingered.
I left Wendy’s moderately-dejected, knowing that I’d never again feel that same magical feeling for the Bacon and Blue burger, but I also had the freedom of a man who no longer felt chained one burger.
I am once again free to roam the earth devouring any hunk of dead cow I please.
Let freedom ring!