Sansby au where sans opens a hotdog cart right outside of Grillby’s hamburger joint and sans gets a ton of customers without trying (which he doesn’t) (it’s probably because he keeps stacking hotdogs on that kids head and it gathers a crowd) and sans and Grillby are food rivals
Matt smiled at her.” I’ll see you tomorrow night at 7.”
The next day around 5:00 pm, Matt and Foggy had just finished a court hearing and had made their way back into their office.
“Was that hearing overly long or was that my stomach making it more longer than it actually appeared to be? I’m starving and sleepy and it’s only 5:00 for Heaven’s sake.
“It was probably a combination of both but we did very well today, regardless. I say you should eat one of those vastly unhealthy hamburgers over at Burger joint on 56th St or head to JG Melon. You’ll face no health charges from me…well at least not today. You’ve earned it.” he chuckled.
Foggy grunted as he slouched back in his chair.”You’re a real piece of work buddy.”Hey, did you read the morning paper?” he asked before reaching into his desk drawer to take grab a Butterfinger bar he had stashed away.
“No, why?” He asked in a curious tone.
“Well I know you have a meeting with Ororo in a couple of hours but according to this paper she’s dating Bruce Wayne. They have a photo of them together leaving some kind of restaurant that are usually reserved for people like Tony Stark, Lex Luthor or Bill Gates. Now as your attorney in this matter I say take no action until evidence is conclusive.” he smiled, taking a bite from the chocolate bar.
Matt simply stayed silence opting not to respond to his friend’s quip.
“Matt? Come on, Ro probably wasn’t even doing anything with him.”
Matt retorted in a tone that was much deeper than his normal voice.”“I’m going home, Foggy. I’ll talk to you in the morning.” He grabbed his coat and left the office in a hurry.
“Well why not just break the door next time.”Foggy sighed.
-cover your entire house (or child) with flame decals
-Lube up that tired body with some good ole fashioned ranch dressing
-Hear somebody say “I’d eat a sneaker if it was covered in this chil.” Grab em, scream “put your money where your mouth is brotha,” place the chili shoe under the broiler with cheddar and sit his ass down
-enter a restaurant kitchen unasked
-eat a grilled sandwich and announce to the table “what sticks out about this sandwich is the flavor of the cheese”
-Tell all you know about the legend of Flavor Town, a community ruled only by legendary killer sandwiches, where the rivers flow with sausage gravy, where the car wheels are whole pizzas, where doctors just throw their hands up in indignation, where you’ve been dead for 30 years
-listen to Staind with the windows down, driving 100mph into a old school hamburger joint, eat the car
-Eat a corn dog on the toilet
-Stick a handful of large silver skull rings into a rising pizza dough
-Place your hand in a deep fryer and eat it
-fill a hose with nacho cheese
-Hear “when ANGELS HEARD, THE NEWS TODAY” on radio in a local 7-11 and jump directly into the rotating hot dogs, mouth wide OPEN, UNDER THE SUNLIGHT
-wear sunglasses on the back of your head and when somebody asks why, tell em it’s cuz you ordered 36 appetizer platters and you want to see that fresh fry comin’ right out of the kitchen
-Place two sandwiches and a variety of tacos directly on top of each other, eat em while you watch Spike TV’s Tattoo Nightmares
BUTCHER & THE BURGER 1021 West Armitage, Chicago, IL Phone: 773.697.3735
Black Friday we met at Butcher & The Burger for our post thanksgiving meal. Still in food comas from the night before, we all knew, there’s no cure like the hair of the dog that bit you – even when it comes to regaining your appetite after overeating turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes and gravy.
Butcher & The Burger on the corner of Armitage and Kenmore Ave, is the heart child of chef Allen Sternweiler whose vision was to create a special place in the neighborhood where foodies and alike could enjoy the country’s best burger menu. Offering juicy meat patties, fresh ingredients, and a very flexible menu, you are guarantied to leave here satisfied. Ornamented with vintage finds and unique retail items for sale, the space stands out from your ordinary local burger shop. Although the space itself is small, it doesn’t fell crowded. Most likely there will be a constant line running from the register to the front door while you eat, another testimony to the quality of the food.
Diving in to our burgers, potato salad, and fries with truffle mayo, we forgot about our turkey hangovers and savored the sweet fulfillment of overeating once again.