I get it, I do.
It rings out irresponsible to be going out right now. I know there are probably some of you that want to let me know what a dick I am for going out for take out. So, you know, you can do that. I don't know what that will accomplish. I'm wearing a full respirator mask and keeping six feet away from everybody but my partner.
And my partner (BLAME HER!) heard my dinner ideas Friday night: I wanted fried chicken, pulled pork, or a cheeseburger. Well, Kath wanted the cheeseburger but she wanted a good one, not some McD's.
So then came the hard part:
See, we usually get on the "I don't know, what do you want?" merry-go-round so the idea was to figure out what we wanted before we got together and if we can't agree, we just go to Globetown and Globetown is closed. Doesn't matter, we agree: It's cheeseburger time. That's not the hard part. The hard part is choosing which third party delivery service we want to get buttfucked by. (Like when the Door Dash guy stole my Diet Coke last week.) We're looking at our options and Kath's getting hangry and we wind up on Blue Door Pub which is doing pick up only at their Longfellow location. Cool. Save on tipping a driver who'll steal my Diet Coke.
Blue Door is doing a limited menu so Kath's go-to isn't available; she ordered the Cease & Desist Burger (basically a Big Mac but good and so good that McD's issued a C&D on BDP) and I got the Jiffy Burger which was (in alphabetical order) bacon, mayo, peanut butter, pepper jack, and pickles. I've never had peanut butter on a burger before, let's try that.
I place the order and I get a receipt and it says that I'll get a second email that will let me know when my order will be ready. That's handy. But then this happened.
That was quick.
Yeah, that fast. So we didn't necessarily have to hightail it but we sure as shit had to move, so we got in Kath's car and headed down south and Blue Door Pub has converted to to-go window service and it's actually a little hoppin'. Like three or four people waiting on their orders, keeping way more than ten feet away from each other. I walked up and said I was picking up for Charlie and the dude in the window handed me my order and Kath and I got right back in her car and came back to the apartment.
So, that's the state of the restaurant industry but how did the burger taste?
To be honest, it was assembled a little lopsided, so I didn't get the full Jiffy experience until I got to the end, so the first half of the burger was basically a peanut butter / bacon / cheese affair which was OK, I guess. But then when I got to that sweet spot with the tangy mayo and sour pickles, that's where the peanut butter made sense, playing semi-sweet and savory notes along with the umami of the bacon against the garlic & vinegar tang of the aforementioned mayo & pickles. And the burger itself was done medium rare so it was juicy without being bloody and drippy but it could have used a little more seasoning.
So, you know, it was good just wasn't mind blowing. I'd get it again but I want to explore more of their menu in the future. So, not poo-pooing this but not over the moon for it, either. It's OK. Get there while you can.
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