tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62794472937450775662024-02-07T00:22:57.470-05:00HAMBURGER HAMBURGER HAMBURGERROZ WESTONhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14627850018890303884noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6279447293745077566.post-74758686193004998892009-05-03T13:02:00.000-04:002009-05-03T15:27:59.291-04:00DEEP-FRIED CHEESEBURGER<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Dear, Heart... Fuck you.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fxcuisine.com/default.asp?language=2&Display=129&resolution=high"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUOJQysR_flrU8NKhICEMTcTvaQ8Olh_gvSDgCiYI8kA_hzWH0x5u4M_eb5PbjhJsRWgd4Y0hwh7BjQ0ySMh_Nnmmx_Xit6pEkg7aDZl-Iqz20kUicB_V30NvnBRfH6pnPwrE_SIGPv8E/s400/scottish-deep-fried-cheeseburger-08-1000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331644512619579282" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">It goes like this - when you run a blog called Hamburger Hamburger Hamburger, you pretty much spend your days searching the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Internets</span> for new recipes, pics, tips and blah blah blahs...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I'm truly fascinated with Burger People - I really am. Everyday I'm blown away by the thought, engineering, care, and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">imaginative</span> lengths people will go to reinvent this classic - even if it means </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">future</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">and</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> certain</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> cardiac arrest... Which, by the way, I totally respect.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">This unholy (but bloody delicious looking) mess is brought to you by... Wait for it... The Scottish Diet...!!!</span> <span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Here's the schtick...</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><blockquote><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >"The </span><a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://fxcuisine.com/default.asp?language=2&Display=129&resolution=high"><strong style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Scottish Diet</strong></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" > is an ingenious nutritional system invented by the Scots to keep their pension funds in balance by reducing the number of people who make it beyond the age of 60. like many of the world's smartest inventions (most of them invented by the Scots), it is </span><strong style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;">devilishly simple</strong><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >. It increases the premature death rate through a well-balanced diet."</span><br /><strong><br /></strong><blockquote style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> <strong>The Scottish Diet</strong><br /><em> Any and all thing you can eat<br />But this proportion always heed: </em><br />-<em>A third from <strong>fat</strong> </em><br />-<em>A third from <strong>sugar</strong> </em><br />-<em>A third from <strong>alcohol</strong><br />From time to time, you can eat a small amount of <strong>fruits</strong>, in the form of jams or preserves, or even better, <strong>distilled</strong>.</em></blockquote></div><div style="text-align: left;"><blockquote><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div> </div></blockquote></div></blockquote></div>ROZ WESTONhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14627850018890303884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6279447293745077566.post-40678093289729047352009-05-03T09:33:00.000-04:002009-05-04T16:59:24.974-04:00ASIAN BABY CHEESEBURGER - RARE.<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEwOWW2gaOjue6COb0IG_SDYO4z-SbzSm2r7Luf6JrYrUOezEg-O1YQA2Vdq1wnYTRzDR-Secm_XhRTJ01xXatlZrE7UShIFJpDTpTOR9SKgEbWFCg7NLBQ3o07MJCiJqefpoYexw9MBI/s1600-h/baby-hamburger.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEwOWW2gaOjue6COb0IG_SDYO4z-SbzSm2r7Luf6JrYrUOezEg-O1YQA2Vdq1wnYTRzDR-Secm_XhRTJ01xXatlZrE7UShIFJpDTpTOR9SKgEbWFCg7NLBQ3o07MJCiJqefpoYexw9MBI/s400/baby-hamburger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331591602941482226" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Fact: Asian Babies are the cutest things on the planet (With their tiny little round faces, and skinny little bodies I sometimes think they look like </span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;" href="http://image.orientaltrading.com/otcimg/k1a.jpg">suckers</a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> and I just wanna eat 'em)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Double Fact: Asian Babies dressed as Asian Baby Cheeseburgers are the cutest things on this planet, or any other...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">This kid has the best mom ever...</span><br /></div>ROZ WESTONhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14627850018890303884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6279447293745077566.post-82817335811229494482009-05-01T19:09:00.000-04:002009-05-04T17:00:01.542-04:00BURGER IN A CAN = WTF?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://acidcow.com/pics/883-this-is-a-cheeseburger-in-a-can-8-pics.html"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 254px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2b2DcSZktxdI50qTvs-GC8IKrgWhgueZxd20esuih6Ixs2nuCDN_PhulZJhzq6o3xMl5A1-OnC1342Ne3-m2tspjtMvcGRzPwpQ9EE58LiwAphs1Zwnoi133VilU4t4RLX6YM9ZFeiTI/s400/canburger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330999620599430274" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Hey, remember that time we boiled up a can of cheeseburger?</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><blockquote><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">"The high tech hamburger has been developed for trekkers by the <a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.gizmag.com/the-canned-cheeseburger--fast-food-in-the-wilderness/8713/">Trekking-Mahlzeiten</a> company. Meals should be easy to prepare and require only water to do so - simply throw the can into a water container over a fire, give it a minute or two, fish it out, open the lid, and eat. With a shelf life of twelve months without requiring refrigeration."</span></blockquote></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Aside from Swiss Astronaut/</span><em></em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Boyscout</span><em style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"></em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">/Hobos - who the Christ would eat this? Well, <a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://acidcow.com/pics/883-this-is-a-cheeseburger-in-a-can-8-pics.html">this guy</a> did...</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />And yes - you boil it! It's a <span style="font-style: italic;">Cheeseburger I<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">n A Can</span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> and you </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >BOIL</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> it!</span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> And NO it doesn't look ANYTHING like the picture above...</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://acidcow.com/pics/883-this-is-a-cheeseburger-in-a-can-8-pics.html"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRPLc0D90-jhFn8vk-F2Ll_5ONg9C7D6S-2i0u79FOZGtLBm_6SWgZ-57TWJHifS7wzs_T6rNafMGJmzuMtQ779Z-SoElNDF79JW74XqFzwSfThLsjqwDqg7oik1H3lTz781V4gzjH6aA/s400/05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331010822364392802" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Bring on the Rapture...!</span><br /></div>ROZ WESTONhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14627850018890303884noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6279447293745077566.post-43694369667087487592009-05-01T18:40:00.000-04:002009-05-04T17:00:27.893-04:00"CHEESEBURGER PIE"<div style="text-align: justify;"><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ehow.com/how_2250629_make-cheeseburger-pie.html"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 336px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS7ATm70EtY8RmuhTcwMVZOGTKuujuaoj3b2pjW_CK4K4MNzZ9pvaXqBIIbD85I5kBbiS7OAOgmIGc_Af0NSvRvd62mNdYpmFQQRHFayj0yCsHEOoqZx1H1YzRkTjDK8yCYdsYcn7XIi8/s400/cheeseburgerPie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330990838994431090" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">For the days you want a Cheeseburger AND Pie... My face got fatter just looking at this.</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> If you wanna make it - click <a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.ehow.com/how_2250629_make-cheeseburger-pie.html">here</a>. The weirdest thing is that <a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.ehow.com/members/reneev-projects.html">Reneev</a> over at eHow (who actually made this) Is kind of cute with very little fat on her face...<br /></span><br /></div>ROZ WESTONhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14627850018890303884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6279447293745077566.post-32602736737624926732009-05-01T13:47:00.000-04:002009-05-04T17:01:31.308-04:00ROZ VS. BARNEY'S BEANERY<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgznreserxMndzcYFd8Yjk3uzebiwhO5ewuZiFR_CN35zFvdLwJvU2-R_yCFaubvrIv036-tO65lOQ_GMVLTFmPtu4mE9rwVkOfJMi3Wmskgb_fSPWVA_NApd75L79I2SKRGwAWtA43a4w/s1600-h/IMG_0376.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgznreserxMndzcYFd8Yjk3uzebiwhO5ewuZiFR_CN35zFvdLwJvU2-R_yCFaubvrIv036-tO65lOQ_GMVLTFmPtu4mE9rwVkOfJMi3Wmskgb_fSPWVA_NApd75L79I2SKRGwAWtA43a4w/s400/IMG_0376.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330935402924486866" border="0" /></a><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.barneysbeanery.com/">Barney's Beanery</a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> is what the Hard Rock Cafe wishes it was. Fist off, the joint is a mess - but the best kind of mess. There's junk on the walls, a motorcycle hanging in the bar, rusty hubcaps line the entrance, while the ceilings are covered in old license plates and even older news papers.</span><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4eNf-zJ2aODWpQz42f1jPzcGt5vU1GDORkH1DlvD499xNDlGwqaQv0QaSgWSpxbu_-QgsI5fgoIiBBLdrZuPBNSFikLuHPpmEYqPw7iNpA8_tGLE-emKTguncbWctL4P2sQD_osVHdVU/s1600-h/IMG_0388.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4eNf-zJ2aODWpQz42f1jPzcGt5vU1GDORkH1DlvD499xNDlGwqaQv0QaSgWSpxbu_-QgsI5fgoIiBBLdrZuPBNSFikLuHPpmEYqPw7iNpA8_tGLE-emKTguncbWctL4P2sQD_osVHdVU/s200/IMG_0388.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330923863236815954" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLhfeAyoc77eF1zHVscv5f-8bH8s1ojKwMC6lxTXy0QLqgSOeWhc0cpy6_uADVJJV6sdeBSn7nPIGGTmYjKtN41x0EgNWhl4Z_k3UKGs0ySM-_DHZbZRKW8KGet-ri1LiyM6fdmnBG8C8/s1600-h/IMG_0359.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLhfeAyoc77eF1zHVscv5f-8bH8s1ojKwMC6lxTXy0QLqgSOeWhc0cpy6_uADVJJV6sdeBSn7nPIGGTmYjKtN41x0EgNWhl4Z_k3UKGs0ySM-_DHZbZRKW8KGet-ri1LiyM6fdmnBG8C8/s200/IMG_0359.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330924580004027938" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The tables are a mishmash, collage of 80s pop icons... I sat with David Bowie, ET, Janis Joplin and </span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=meJzV4yjogs">Adam Ant</a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> - which got "Goody two, goody two, goody, goody two shoes..." stuck in my head the entire time I was there.</span><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcRyzfLAC5iYmuzrOcX5vj3GuC3uQD4bk75tYaCJVQoRBCMJ5gsG_BMvknVOyc4hAmPliu4O_r5_ADPXAbwLOKxiAOEWPzaJhqPrW7Rvuvagk3anLiJdJkhjjW1kYchF4c8QzvdX0Kde8/s1600-h/IMG_0341.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcRyzfLAC5iYmuzrOcX5vj3GuC3uQD4bk75tYaCJVQoRBCMJ5gsG_BMvknVOyc4hAmPliu4O_r5_ADPXAbwLOKxiAOEWPzaJhqPrW7Rvuvagk3anLiJdJkhjjW1kYchF4c8QzvdX0Kde8/s400/IMG_0341.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330917942336089378" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Our waitress was all business - which I like. She hovered over us in a pair of filthy cut-off shorts, with an entire shifts worth of crumbs, condiment clean-up, and plate grease wiped across her ass. Her hair was pulled back into two, wonky pig tails that I secretly hoped was from a really bad haircut, or a really bad night - either way, she was the farthest thing from an LA "try hard" as you'll get - Which again, is the whole point of Barney's - right?</span><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEQcwqMq8gd4dsl6SBKGO4UZYrZ-wLNsmOSM7rXBDXwj1ghe49MtYI8UMVj7rxUpQXgrJ-HFX0tOV2AIAc252biwCaRgURbwaAi058Lys1xO2he4CgaX9HyY4mde4_LJAbW3z-RCb3zoA/s1600-h/IMG_0387.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEQcwqMq8gd4dsl6SBKGO4UZYrZ-wLNsmOSM7rXBDXwj1ghe49MtYI8UMVj7rxUpQXgrJ-HFX0tOV2AIAc252biwCaRgURbwaAi058Lys1xO2he4CgaX9HyY4mde4_LJAbW3z-RCb3zoA/s400/IMG_0387.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330918463391860642" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">At Barney's you seat yourself - we chose a booth for six, which worked-out because you'll need the table space just to read the menu! A 12 page, 1000 plus item monster, the size of the New York Post... </span><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhirhY2kEGURwXAzyLa5MNgk_OWOBbADMIuaA3CvOE3Kg2kKSfiyznZ2NFO4UZm8tpeXRXs0EvgZm4gyrLxrSuXVRuOXjZxAvhj0uITUdhBFY91aGESMDuO0oVH6MFVMFXn-JmV5SH4aSQ/s1600-h/IMG_0369.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhirhY2kEGURwXAzyLa5MNgk_OWOBbADMIuaA3CvOE3Kg2kKSfiyznZ2NFO4UZm8tpeXRXs0EvgZm4gyrLxrSuXVRuOXjZxAvhj0uITUdhBFY91aGESMDuO0oVH6MFVMFXn-JmV5SH4aSQ/s200/IMG_0369.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330926304005013522" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVlgFI7vutjSy8BAJhI4nlS7q1WnT3YlsXmTz9fS_p0TxtUwy_Utka_VwKuLZQE7j3a29sXyjdhgWvCjBTYQ5yhEcn6O5H0GTHRTxZ3eaJ0lbnTowegNVMieU9ZMyiSUv92h05PhUR8u4/s1600-h/IMG_0346.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVlgFI7vutjSy8BAJhI4nlS7q1WnT3YlsXmTz9fS_p0TxtUwy_Utka_VwKuLZQE7j3a29sXyjdhgWvCjBTYQ5yhEcn6O5H0GTHRTxZ3eaJ0lbnTowegNVMieU9ZMyiSUv92h05PhUR8u4/s200/IMG_0346.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330933063152608546" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The burger page is rammed into the middle, featuring 82 different kinds - 12 alone starting with the word 'chili'... </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">For $3.50 you can make any burger a "</span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kobe_beef">Kobe Burger</a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">", and for a buck-sixty-five you can add cottage cheese, mashed potatoes, beans, Macaroni or Strawberries to your burger... yes, strawberries... file that under WTF?</span><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXJDJ6bYBXlCWdqMV-FRVApl2wDw4uLtD7MiwoWqIb8GxOlKQEdK7gImJPl8qcG9ywEP06D1Y0hFivMm2BsOZ8-zwhD1GA-exst-NwXBBpGKU-K8enpbj-yJEAePe-vDjm2u5SEelmy5E/s1600-h/IMG_0347.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXJDJ6bYBXlCWdqMV-FRVApl2wDw4uLtD7MiwoWqIb8GxOlKQEdK7gImJPl8qcG9ywEP06D1Y0hFivMm2BsOZ8-zwhD1GA-exst-NwXBBpGKU-K8enpbj-yJEAePe-vDjm2u5SEelmy5E/s200/IMG_0347.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330927833746475074" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEQUw2tmZCsLQfsDyAuRDNjmmKR0PgLjBlq9pNMVHConD-OaNI9ftumREaCfnK9KYntQQgQxcgNJXq4OLOdx4cfe1smyF487vEhKHyzVf-AcVeUqnaqekvQ9BIr3suX4u85HJzgsmnuNI/s1600-h/IMG_0350.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEQUw2tmZCsLQfsDyAuRDNjmmKR0PgLjBlq9pNMVHConD-OaNI9ftumREaCfnK9KYntQQgQxcgNJXq4OLOdx4cfe1smyF487vEhKHyzVf-AcVeUqnaqekvQ9BIr3suX4u85HJzgsmnuNI/s200/IMG_0350.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330929208363150434" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Pickles and raw onions are "by request only" - which rules for two reasons 1) hate them both, and B) Onion sweat and pickle juice can completely destroy an otherwise perfect bun...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Oh, and what I can only hope is a goof, Barney's also offers up a Double BBQ, Cheeseburger with Guac, Egg, Gravy, Spinach, "nut", Sausage, Veal and Wine for $10,000.60... *Cash Only - We'll put this one with the Strawberries in the WTF folder.</span><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEior8i20NicQEfilS2NkTWBSRF7PXeGKEMRxBICyH6jwYnQRvcFwyrt53ENuZ5Rb5GR5KObZyrBKFxfev_st8so5mCSZW9FvnfOzW3mAw7Np42rqIZx7Qo-xRZ8ax0VkG9PAuSoeXE9RUI/s1600-h/IMG_0365.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEior8i20NicQEfilS2NkTWBSRF7PXeGKEMRxBICyH6jwYnQRvcFwyrt53ENuZ5Rb5GR5KObZyrBKFxfev_st8so5mCSZW9FvnfOzW3mAw7Np42rqIZx7Qo-xRZ8ax0VkG9PAuSoeXE9RUI/s400/IMG_0365.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330930056948051682" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">My burger routine is pretty much always the same - sit, order a beer, figure out what I want, order a beer, eat my burger and order a beer - this time around it was the Barney's Bacon Chili Cheeseburger - and yes, I want fries with that... </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Chili + Burger = Tricky! The wrong amount, the wrong kind, if it sits too long, if its too runny , if it's too think - or if it's just shitty chili - can all kill a burger. Barney's has the process down to a science. The chili was bean-less, and came on the side with a spoon - which rules because you can fire some on the burger and use the rest to dip your fries in... </span><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh-O1Ko6BhpROeU6_vUDb1uNeTR6Bj4noMXTdtJgPTP_8qhDDdt2699b8zMpcS_NGGkYfxz8UuKWwfU1MvkcAF179oI17vh-A3dw38FN583UTLdQdUyhDE1ajkses-Vf2tiMrmC-v_eOs/s1600-h/IMG_0371.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh-O1Ko6BhpROeU6_vUDb1uNeTR6Bj4noMXTdtJgPTP_8qhDDdt2699b8zMpcS_NGGkYfxz8UuKWwfU1MvkcAF179oI17vh-A3dw38FN583UTLdQdUyhDE1ajkses-Vf2tiMrmC-v_eOs/s400/IMG_0371.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330930762765915922" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The bacon was perfect - crispy, but still sorta floppy... I went for </span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/American_cheese">American cheese</a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> (that's processed 'cheeze' slices for those who don't live in America). The bun was simple. No sesame seeds, no bits of fake onions, and lightly toasted on the business side.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> I knew right away that the fries were gonna be ass - and I was right. I hate those frozen little buggers that come with a pre-made, factory coating that makes them look more like fish sticks than French fries. But, whatever, I ate them anyway... </span><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJaWmpFznNJH6BNblsUicXB4X4DOdJv6oyMFFMGkJPBSH2FDUh4QqCndfbtyWViLkscZG-qa-wBRlF3FUMBAvN5wYJqw8i_GA4Ji9jB_OOuzpdlGkmWpzr_C1g8v2DJN0nheiMZxp5hYM/s1600-h/IMG_0380.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJaWmpFznNJH6BNblsUicXB4X4DOdJv6oyMFFMGkJPBSH2FDUh4QqCndfbtyWViLkscZG-qa-wBRlF3FUMBAvN5wYJqw8i_GA4Ji9jB_OOuzpdlGkmWpzr_C1g8v2DJN0nheiMZxp5hYM/s200/IMG_0380.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330932186625993970" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggsBmmLZwl6fSqIMhI_v7ZW6_bwpFYgC7EZlfXM7V-Xx2_ue9qjMEPu9ro6ztHGoqqQqFSu6E6yCG4RAM4vmc5zhbrAZGwvyprkuNmjyyVx8oHLiXtapFAM2qE1Adkkg9VXFiHp3QZDS4/s1600-h/IMG_0343.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggsBmmLZwl6fSqIMhI_v7ZW6_bwpFYgC7EZlfXM7V-Xx2_ue9qjMEPu9ro6ztHGoqqQqFSu6E6yCG4RAM4vmc5zhbrAZGwvyprkuNmjyyVx8oHLiXtapFAM2qE1Adkkg9VXFiHp3QZDS4/s200/IMG_0343.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330926787747595954" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I can always tell a 'home style' burger when little bits of burger fall off onto the plate after each bite. We like fresh, not frozen! Plus, it's a good sign that they haven't loaded your meat with eggs or bread crumbs (Meatballs!).</span><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjflvNn5S6VNhif6SMgjTHD8rzGzaEdIA4OJIfHsNDVg0jAq4nmPRklV_tlL3QK9RiNbWb_DD-UR4CynxWfY4rVhMj4E6HT_J_6UqqzdGNkc2qEYwGHuzbUx3LTMJCHO5SJ57XwSp6N8CY/s1600-h/IMG_0378.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjflvNn5S6VNhif6SMgjTHD8rzGzaEdIA4OJIfHsNDVg0jAq4nmPRklV_tlL3QK9RiNbWb_DD-UR4CynxWfY4rVhMj4E6HT_J_6UqqzdGNkc2qEYwGHuzbUx3LTMJCHO5SJ57XwSp6N8CY/s400/IMG_0378.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330933804973587010" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The true measure of a kick-ass burger is whether it leaves you licking your wrist - and lick mine I did. The chili juice mixed with the burger juice and ran down my arm from hand to elbow. I made a giant mess - and loved every second of it. A good burger should make you want to eat like a kid... And at Barney's I felt like it was my 9th Birthday Party all over again... Only without the stripper... </span> <br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKcRx8dxgAp0iW5-U8mOehePNaP6WJtTIfFWPwoOT1VZnqx75-o1vV1VYTuUWn4009aGLfjVs5QqXhLsQ59HXrbbyVHBhuH_UYrFRaSow-2y265olpdLHhIVAuuGhMBDaf9NOJWEFXzLA/s1600-h/IMG_0385.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKcRx8dxgAp0iW5-U8mOehePNaP6WJtTIfFWPwoOT1VZnqx75-o1vV1VYTuUWn4009aGLfjVs5QqXhLsQ59HXrbbyVHBhuH_UYrFRaSow-2y265olpdLHhIVAuuGhMBDaf9NOJWEFXzLA/s400/IMG_0385.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330934111756642866" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">"Goody two, goody two, goody, goody two shoes..."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >THE PLACE:</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >BARNEY'S BEANERY</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >8447 Santa Monica Blvd. West Hollywood CA</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >(323) 654-2287</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >THE BURGER:</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Barney's Chili Bacon Chesseburger</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >THE DAMAGE:</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >$10.50 - plus Beer(s)</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >THE HIGH:</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Loved that a place called "Beanery" doesn't put beans in their chili</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >THE LOW:</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >The fries were a Crap Parade - But you'll eat them anyway.</span>ROZ WESTONhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14627850018890303884noreply@blogger.com0