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cblj_backupTonight I was defeated. I was defeated by poutine.
I SUCCUMBED WITH JOY.
There is literally nothing about Burger Joint in Chicago that I do not love, from the fact that it's underground, like some kind of hamburger speakeasy, to the way it neglects to label its poutine as "For you, and two hungry friends".
I got a hamburger, a chocolate shake, and an order of poutine. And I was all "Yay poutine!" and my server was like "But not with real curds! But it has gorgeous creamy shredded mozzarella and provolone, you will not be sorry," and then proceeded to serve me the largest helping of poutine I have ever seen in my god damned life. I was expecting a cup of fries and cheese and gravy, like you get in Toronto, and instead I got A TRAY OF POUTINE.
I tried to eat it all. You guys know the expression "meat sweats"? I have gravy sweats. I brought two thirds of it home.
The thing is, it was so good. The fries were fresh and crispy and the cheese and gravy were in just the right proportions. And the burger was one of the best I've ever had, with a lovely fluffy bun and fresh meat, and I'm like BURGER! and then I'm like JESUS CHRIST POUTINE and then OH MY GOD THIS MILKSHAKE and the upshot is I am dead of food.
Burger Joint: you'll die happy!
I SUCCUMBED WITH JOY.
There is literally nothing about Burger Joint in Chicago that I do not love, from the fact that it's underground, like some kind of hamburger speakeasy, to the way it neglects to label its poutine as "For you, and two hungry friends".
I got a hamburger, a chocolate shake, and an order of poutine. And I was all "Yay poutine!" and my server was like "But not with real curds! But it has gorgeous creamy shredded mozzarella and provolone, you will not be sorry," and then proceeded to serve me the largest helping of poutine I have ever seen in my god damned life. I was expecting a cup of fries and cheese and gravy, like you get in Toronto, and instead I got A TRAY OF POUTINE.
I tried to eat it all. You guys know the expression "meat sweats"? I have gravy sweats. I brought two thirds of it home.
The thing is, it was so good. The fries were fresh and crispy and the cheese and gravy were in just the right proportions. And the burger was one of the best I've ever had, with a lovely fluffy bun and fresh meat, and I'm like BURGER! and then I'm like JESUS CHRIST POUTINE and then OH MY GOD THIS MILKSHAKE and the upshot is I am dead of food.
Burger Joint: you'll die happy!
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