"It's so good," she promised, and it was agreed upon. And it was so good, probably due at least in part to the mid-morning birthday spliff. But do not think for one minute that the savory satisfaction was lost. No, it was only amplified and the flavors tingled on the taste-buds.
It was a Japanese burger fusion place and we had a seat outside at the sunny end of a long shared table. And finally, this is what we ordered. For some reason, specials always jump out at me. I don't know why, but there's this natural attraction to specialness in all forms, and today the special was the lamb burger, so that's what I got. It's not enormous, which for a split second is disappointing. That is, until I take a bite. Euphoria. It's perfect. I never want to stop chewing to save the flavors in my mouth forever. The lamb, the lettuce, the caramelized onions, the spread, it's all perfect and delicious in the utmost. I want more.
Beer? Why, of course. Hoegaarden, please. I take stock in the fact that they serve it on tap because it's absolutely delicious. And for the lady, the birthday girl with her seared ahi tuna burger and tempura onion rings? What else, but the Chimay. Blue label in the big bottle. The server brings the bottle out with a deep wine glass and pours her the first helping. There's a little head.
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