Last Saturday started out with a few things that happened at the grocery store that threatened to ruin my mood for the rest of the day.
The lady who was breathing down my neck the entire time we were waiting on line, as if being closer to me would make the line go faster.
That cashier that proceeded to put the heavier items on top of things like bread and napkins.
That other guy at the courtesy booth who refused to give me the 2 for $5 coffee sale, even though I was clearly in the right because their sale sign was very misleading (and as a person who has worked customer service before, I know to always read the fine print).
I was cursing all of you under my breath the whole way home.
But then Bob’s family came to visit us for the first time in a long time and we took them out to one of our favorite spots in Astoria.
Over a year ago, when Bob and I were searching for an apartment in the area, we stopped at Bareburger. We sat outside on the patio devouring these delicious burgers and feeling excited about moving in together, even though we had just been stood up by one realtor and shown a piece of crap apartment by another.
Since we ended up finding an apartment we loved in the end, that’s all very funny to us now. Kind of like how I’ll feel in a few days about that lady and the cashier and the courtesy booth guy.
Anyway, Bareburger. I have this criteria for an enjoyable burger that not many restaurants adhere to. They need to be tender, juicy, well-seasoned, have very low-if any-gristle content, a soft bun and can’t be bigger than my face (what is with this giant burger phenomenon?). Bareburger just gets it. The onion rings are dangerously addictive and don’t even get me started on the assortment of dips for you to saturate your fries in. It feels guilty and greasy, but all ingredients are natural, organic, grass-fed….you know, all those good words we want to hear when we’re paying $10-$15 for a burger.
It’s worth it, it’s worth it, it’s worth it.
The desserts are clearly beautifully presented and exquisite, which isn’t expected of a burgers-and-fries joint. It explains not one, but two desserts. Two desserts! All by myself.
Just kidding, We shared. I’m not that much of a beast.
So, no, those silly earlier events did not ruin my day. I have a great guy with a great family and we were able to share this incredible lunch together and when I realize that, it’s difficult for me to sulk over some crushed napkins and a few dollars that I could have saved.
Also, I suspect I might have been a bit hangry at the grocery store.