You just tell 'em lies, lies

[venta]

Today, as per usual for a Friday, the degenerate end of the office hived off to the pub for lunch.

I ordered a burger. Please could I not have bacon[*] in it?

Sure, said the barman, the bacon wasn't compulsory. Did I want something else in it instead?

Like what?

"We...ll. Mushrooms?" he improvised. "Or an egg? Or black pudding?"

"Really?" I asked, bouncing gently up and down. "I could have black pudding in my burger?"

Apparently yes, if I wanted.

I wanted.

Black pudding in a cheese burger is awesome.

Accordingly, for being friendly and willing to improvise and serving Rebellion's Fat Cat[**], this week's Designated Hero of the Week is The Maiden Over.


[*] I don't dislike bacon. I just don't get as excited about it as everyone else. And I don't think it belongs in my burgers.
[**] Although it has just been demonstrated that a pint of Fat Cat has rendered one of my colleagues unable to count accurately up to 2.

Comments

[bopeepsheep.livejournal.com]

I really like the smell of bacon. I really don't much like the texture and thus don't bother eating it (and in burgers it's always soggy which is about the least appetising it can be).

Luckily for me, well-cooked gammon steaks smell just the same (well, close enough), and lardons/pancetta are a good addition to most dishes without the risk of nasty soggy bacon rinds...