A Nice Day for Burgers

Tuesday was a terrible day. I don't know what my students' problem was, but they were absolutely awful. Wednesday was a slight improvement, but still not great. Then somehow, today turned out to be fine, even though it was basically a Friday in the kids' minds. Oh well. Life is funny sometimes.

Then the day turned even better! Burgers for dinner!! And we also had Kelly's tomato salad, which only makes things even more awesome. In addition, Dad was doing the grilling, so you know you're actually getting a medium rare burger instead of whatever foolishness is currently passing for medium rare at your local establishments.

After school, I made yet another attempt to mow the disaster I currently call a lawn. I managed to do the majority of it before I lost my patience (and will finish the stupid project tomorrow so I can return the lawnmower to its proper owner), but I still dumped the extra clippings all over the place because 1) I am lazy and 2) I don't know what else to do with them. My lawn looks like a grass genocide took place.

After that, Kathryn and I walked over to Dad & Kelly's with Chloe and MonstrO to hopefully wear that little black beast out a bit before bed time. It turns out that all he needs is to run around like a nut for 2+ hours to turn him from a tiny black demon into a normal, calm puppy. He still makes it very difficult to type on a laptop when he decides you are a pug-bed though. For example, he is attempting to sleep on me right now, but can't find a comfortable place. Silly pup.

The burgers were obviously awesome, and the tomato salad was also awesome. And the chocolate milk I drank with it was awesome too. Hopefully tomorrow's prosciutto-wrapped pork can live up to my currently raised expectations.

Ewwww! There are pug boogers on my shorts! Dammit, Odin!

-Jon

Fourth Time's the Charm

Probably my favorite place that I currently know of for burgers is R.F. O'Sullivan & Son in Somerville, located in one of the more sketchy parts of Somerville. How can you tell the level of sketchiness? There is a Star Market across the street. If you don't know that Star Market is about as sketchy a grocery store as you can find, you have lead a sheltered life. And that's coming from a townie.

R.F. O'Sullivan is the tiniest imaginable restaurant. And that's unfortunate because they have some of the greatest burgers around. These burgers are huge. Like half a pound huge. Each one is approximately one quarter of the space in the restaurant, which is why it was so difficult to acquire one this weekend.

Now, the tale of failure that preceded our burgers is one that is too sad and painful to related, but the short version is that after 3 attempts to get burgers on Sunday evening, we were forced to return to Alex's kitchen and cook our own. Well, Alex cooked them; the rest of us sat on the couch.

But there is a happy ending!! Monday we made a final attempt at giant burger-y goodness and were handsomely rewarded for our efforts. Alex, Erica, Leah and I went just after noon for lunch burgers, and got the 2nd to last available table. And it's a good thing we went then, because about 20 minutes later the place was completely packed and people were waiting in the entrance, just dreaming about the burgers they could not yet eat and tortured by everyone else's burgers as they were carried past. I think I may have seen one man break down in tears.

I went for the Swissroom Burger, with some sauteed onions and a tomato on it. And it was amazing, as it always is. I suspect I could eat one every day and still feel the same excitement until I exploded in a burger filled mess. It's that good. Possibly the Greatest Burger Ever? Only time will tell. . .

-Jon