May I present to you Ryan’s dinner. For some reason, whenever we don’t eat together he eats a burger. Maybe he thinks I am a burger snob. Most of the time, that is the correct assumption, although I am not above ordering a cheeseburger Happy Meal from time to time. On road trips. When Stomach Monster is so hangry it can’t think straight.
That there’s bacon, roasted onions, queso fresco, monster cheese, cilantro, tomatoes, pickled jalapeños, and jalapeño mayo. WTF.
I’m just talking shit because I had a frozen Trader Joe’s corndog. With ramp mayoooo!