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The Pointer
jmath438@uwsp
No recipe this week. After Monday, which will now be referred to as “The Big Sad Time,” I didn’t really feel like cooking anything in honor of football. Instead, we’re going to visit a happy time, a time of hope and inspiration, that came before “The Big Sad Time.” The time I ate Todd’s burger.
I learned a few things this weekend. I learned that no matter what the situation, four hours in a bowling alley will never be fun. I learned that there is nowhere remotely interesting to eat in southern Minnesota. It must be the lack of culinary imagination spreading over from the great state of Iowa. Also, after three days of rain, caves are very drippy.
So after a day of lame cafes, dirty bowling alleys, and a constant state of musty dampness, I ended up driving to Rochester, Minn., in order to eat something interesting and palatable. My brother Sam and I went to the best burger joint in town, Newt’s. Newt’s is phenomenal. They host a fantastic array of burgers with toppings not to be found in most restaurants.
After scanning the menu, I stumbled upon Todd’s burger. The description of Todd’s burger is as follows: Featuring crisp strips of bacon, two fried eggs and American cheese on a grilled bun. I read this and thought to myself, “How can I not eat this?”
My brother and I both ordered Todd’s burger and fries. The waitress wrote down the order, looked at us, smiled and said, “You know what’s great with Todd’s burger. Peanut butter.” So we had that too.
The burgers came and turned into what became the most delicious, amazing burger in memory. Everyone I told about it said I was crazy, but this experience is exactly what I’ve been telling you to do every week. Live to eat and pursue the taste orgasm.
