There are some very cool things about Casion El Camino. It's on 6th Street. The waitstaff and cook will treat you however they want and you'll take it. If you make it through the darkness of the bar, you'll find yourself in a funky open air atrium where you can escape 6th Street. And last but never least, they have Three Quarters Of A Pound Angus Burgers.
When the waitstaff is not on duty, the kitchen has a walk-up-cash-only-window where you order food. Beer is at the bar. After looking over my six options (ranging from $5.75-6.00), I chose the Pitts Burger, which came with sauteed mushrooms and onions, provolone cheese, and A-1 steak sauce. Fries were $1.25 extra. I opted for a basket for $2.75. A word to the wise: they only have so-much-room on the broiler and when it filled up we were told ours wouldn't be out for 45 minutes, fries and all...
When the waitstaff is not on duty, the kitchen has a walk-up-cash-only-window where you order food. Beer is at the bar. After looking over my six options (ranging from $5.75-6.00), I chose the Pitts Burger, which came with sauteed mushrooms and onions, provolone cheese, and A-1 steak sauce. Fries were $1.25 extra. I opted for a basket for $2.75. A word to the wise: they only have so-much-room on the broiler and when it filled up we were told ours wouldn't be out for 45 minutes, fries and all...
Now these burgers are both a blessing and a curse. They taste great, they're messy as all get out, and you will not be hungry when you're done. That is, if you're able to finish.
My first mistake was eating lunch that day. These burgers are delicious but come at a colon-destroying-price. They are giant and seem to come on the rare side no matter how you order them. At first I was pumped. Now THIS was a burger. And the first bites can't be beat. But then comes the next bite, and the next, and the next. I had fleeting thoughts of giving up, of never eating again, of at least becoming a vegetarian...and then I started on the second half.
Don't get me wrong, I ate the whole damn burger. But it kicked my ass. I felt sick afterward. I felt gross. I felt shame. Yeah, there might have been some pride mixed in, but I realize now I don't want the Burger To End All Burgers.
Humbled, I give it a "heck-yeah" followed closely by a "oh-no-please-lord-help me."
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