It’s not called a Monster Burger for nothing!
After a few hours of morning rummage sale hunting with Tracy this weekend, we went to Red Robin for lunch.
Now, typically I get the same thing when going to most restaurants – I don’t deviate to much. I have my one or two faves and that’s what I stick to.
At Red Robin I bounce between the California Chicken Burger and the Guacamole Bacon Burger. This time I took a step outside of my comfort zone and got the Monster Burger. This is a two patty beast with all the trimmings (I opted not to have the relish).
When it arrived at our table, I picked it up and had no idea how I was going to fit this behemoth in my mouth. I turned it from side to side to see if I could gain an advantage, but couldn’t find any. So I went-for-broke and plunged my teeth into it as wide open as I could. Goop and mess everywhere. I needed more than one napkin for sure. Man did it taste great!
I managed to finish it but it felt like I was forcing the last two or three bites down my gullet. Whoo! What a burger!
On a scale from one to ten, I give it an eleventeen. Huge!