OWNED by the Big Irish

Hey, y'all~

So, I happened to go shopping last night for Mother's Day with an old friend who went to the same schools I did since 5th grade to college graduation, and we decided to eat dinner at Bennigan's because I wanted to eat something I couldn't eat in Japan.

After looking at the menu and being undecisive for longer than I intended, I finally said what the heck and went with an All-American (Irish?) burger called the Big Irish. Here's what the menu says about the burger.

THE BIG IRISH
Two juicy, 8-ounce patties perfectly grilled and served with two slices of melted American cheese and an extra bun. The bun-less, Low Carb version (Carb: 11 grams, Protein: 87 grams).

Being used to eating at McDonald's in Japan, I simply didn't pay attention (or I guess I wouldn't have realized the significance even if I paid attention) about the two juicy, 8-ounce patties part. And of course, I didn't even pay attention to the bun-less, Low Carb version. Who needs that, right?

To get straight to the point, I got OWNED by the burger. Well, there were fries and a pickle along with it, but still. The only consolation was that my friend couldn't finish his John Bacon's Burger either, but it was smaller than the Irish, and he's not a big eater anyway. And there he was, cheering me to go for the kill, finish it like a man. I was like I can eat a lot, but this is a lot.

So, I ended up chickening it out, for the betterment of my wimpy stomach, but the burger was pretty good. A real American burger the size bigger than my two fists combined. A pound of meat. I salute you for defeating me. I have lost in shame.

Here's to the real American troop. Cheers.


The Big Irish. A real troop that gives your stomach a run for its $.