Anger Burger

Turns out I only had one year’s worth of material for you.  I’m kidding!   But I am revisiting the Santa Monica Blvd. Astro Burger because, well, it’s a great burger and I feel more than one ode is due.  But before that, an anecdote.  More like half an anecdote.

So, Mike was telling a co-worker of his about Anger Burger (hi Jason!) who then asked in all seriousness and with piqued interest: “Are there recipes for burgers?”  And I realized:  nope.  Ha!  There are recipes for anger, though, so there’s that.

Anyway, I don’t want to get into the “best burger” thing.  Again.  I know I said Astro was the best in L.A., and at the time that was true.  My burger haunts are like my ex-boyfriends — I did love you.  At the time.  Anyway,  Astro Burger burgers are flame-grilled, classic thin patties that gain a bit of crispiness during their cooking.  However, each time I go I notice many of the burgers going out the door are Gardenburgers.  You read that right.  As in, Gardenburger-brand Gardenburgers.  On whole-grain buns.   Uh.

I lost my mind and ordered one. To be on the safe side I ordered it with avocado and cheese.

And behold!  And excellent motherfucking vegetarian burger!  I had to take a deep breath halfway through and tell myself to slow down.  The cheese and Thousand Island burger sauce had literally melded with the top of the Garden patty itself, which alone was driving me into a eating-berserker-rage.  Combined that with Astro Burger’s reliably giant portion of perfectly ripe avocado and Holy Batman, Mother of Ramen that was a fine, fine item.

I have no idea why we’ve never thought of posing like this before.  And by “we” I mean me, because I still didn’t think of it,  Mike did.

Perhaps the best part?  That I left the house to get a burger without realizing that Mike and I both were wearing our Anger Burger shirts.   The evidence  is in Mike’s glasses.