“Seriously, This Is About Hamburgers And Me”
Today my long time friend, Pete Turner, arrived in Albany, NY after traversing across the state from beautiful bankrupt, Buffalo. Pete and I headed out to get some lunch and catch up on old times. We met up with Shane Jones and headed off to Red Robin, home of some big hamburgers.
On the way to Red Robin, we were driving in a minivan, as I don’t have a car, Pete’s car stayed in Buffalo, and Shane’s car had a wheel that was tilted. So we’re driving in this minivan blasting Led Zepplin and basically freaking people out. At one point we stopped at a red light. There was a jeepcar of two middle aged women next to us, and they were pointing and laughing at us…until the light turned green and we did drag racing against them….they weren’t laughing after they at our dust! (so not serious).
Anyhow we arrived at Red Robin and went inside to score some big hamburgers…and big they were! All the hamburgers were monsterous. Additionally the resturaunt had some gimmic about “never ending” French fries. Oh and they and draft beer in a size known as “mondo,” which you know we obviously ordered.
Needless to say we came out of the venue, totally destroyed by beef, fries, and beers. During the ride home I was sweating hamburgers out of my sweat glands…it was horrible.
