A couple days ago I had a hamburger for dinner:
That’s a pretty big hamburger, right? The lettuce, tomato, and other toppings look like a pathetic after thought. I ordered that burger because I didn’t want a little 8 oz one, and the 24 oz seemed like a pretty good choice. Especially since 24 is the highest number. I didn’t really have an idea of what 24 oz of beef would be like, but I knew it would at least make for a decent hamburger.
If you order fries they’ll bring those out first; the burger won’t come until after you’ve eaten them. This is a trick to fill you up so they can make fun of you when you can’t finish your ball of meat with bun garnishes.
A pitcher of beer to yourself probably doesn’t help much either, but I can’t imagine a more suitable drink for such a sandwich.
That burger’s just ridiculously huge!
I couldn’t finish that either, but it needs more cheese anyways.
It also looks like there’s a dirty “surprise” in the middle of the patty, just waiting for you to bite it and go “wtf is that?”, and it’s like a rock or used condom or something.
Nasty Burger.