I refused to watch Mr. Flay’s new reality show, but I cannot refuse his food. I would normally say the last thing America needs is another chain burger joint, yet I have been converted.
In n’ Out, Checkers, Crown Burger… naw, I still like Crown Burger, will not only be forever relegated to the backseat in my book, but they are no longer even on my map.
Chopped sirloin, arugula, and goat cheese equal bliss. Add to it a side of sweet potato fries, a dark chocolate shake, and I am falling off my stool in a happy stupor. Mock my burger for trying to be too froo-froo or shee-shee, or pinkies out, say anything you want, just make sure to take small enough bites to leave room for some crow and your foot.
Surprisingly affordable, very convenient, and worth having to buy larger pants.
Brohammas 