Get your mind out of the gutter. Adult milkshakes have nothing to do with "burning loins" or "units" of any kind. (That means "penis" for those of you who are romance novel illiterate).
Anyhoo, I went to Go Burger with M., T. & R. the other night, which just opened in Hollywood. The folks behind BLT created this spot, so my expectations were pretty high, I'd say. And, yeah, they were pretty much met.
I mean, I'll never have a fried pickle as good as the ones from Stevensville Crab Shack, but one only finds oneself in Maryland so often and these were pretty tasty. My lactardness kept me from trying a Jalapeno Popper, but word on the street was that they were awesome.
Next time, I'm getting in on the pigs in a blanket. How could I have missed that? My sister and I literally used to make frozen boxes of them as kids and eat them while watching Revenge of the Nerds. (Yup, C., I outed you too).
I did splurge and get the hardcore Prime Steakhouse Burger with brisket, sirloin and shortribs and also caramelized onions. It was no joke. I mean, if you're in the mood for some serious beef, I recommend it. (That was NOT a romance novel reference BTW).
Sadly, I couldn't have an "adult milkshake" like M. is drinking above, which she said was delicious, but heavy on the rum. T. stuck to the pure classic and got a non-alcoholic version called "Cookie Monster."
My lactard life is sometimes a trial, but I carry on. Sigh.
Anyway, I also ran into some random NYC friends from growing up, which I guess is some kind of sign that – I don't know – me and Go Burger were meant to be. I guess you could say, I was there for the right reasons.
Will you accept this rose?
Seriously. I can make ANYTHING about The Bachelor. Test me. I dare you.
xo – N.