I tried my best to pace myself, but my wandering eyes and the close proximity of the next table lead me down a road of temptation. I put some of the blame on the food vendors – each restaurant served sliders, some almost as big as a normal burger. Delphine impressed and made tiny burgers – and I found them appropriately sized and reasonable and delicious. Bacon and onions and cheddar – can’t go wrong with any of those.
Misfit served up a hell of a burger as well: Grass-fed prime beef, Edmond Fallot Dijon, Aioli Cheddar, tomato, and arugula. I liked how they got away from the traditional bun, too (see photo).
Still, at 7:45, as I was sitting at a table in the comfortable Los Angeles evening, I realized that there was no way I would be getting my money’s worth. Tickets to the event were $125, and I was ready to tap out before half time.
I’d put the feeling of eating too much right up there with the worst of bodily states – and I think beer is the last thing I like to drink when I’m full. It was sort of cyclical for me in that way: The more I ate and drank, the less I wanted to continue.
That’s a shame, too, because I had some awfully good burgers. And it was weird – I woke up this morning and sort of craved a burger. Not necessarily the bread, but the hot beef and melted cheese that, for some reason, always tastes better on holiday weekends.