My brother, G-Doggy (‘tis his well-earned gangsta nickname) invited me down to his place for supper one of the nights I was back in Iowa.
Being that I’m a wonderful brother—and because he told me he was making burgers—I readily accepted the invite and hopped in a pick’em up truck and hauled ass to his place with some country music blaring in the background.
All-in-all it was a pretty pleasant experience.
When I got to his place, I got to chill with my super awesome niece, Aubree and G-Doggy went about getting me hooked on “House” which I’d never watched. He sent me home with four seasons of it which I cannot wait to devour.
Anyway…onto the burger.
Where: My Brother’s Place: Primghar, Iowa
When: March 29, 2010
How (was it): Unfortunately, G-Doggy’s burger rates pretty low. It’s not his fault, the burger was probably pretty solid initially, but he tossed ‘em on the grill when I left my parent’s house. It takes about fifteen minutes to get to his place from there, so by the time I rolled up, the burger had been off the grill and chilling on a plate for like 10 minutes.
Cold cheeseburgers do not make me a happy camper.