Today I decided to eat at a place called Burger Revolution. It’s been featured on a television program called You’ve Gotta Eat Here.
I typically try to do everything the TV tells me to, so while out and about today on my visit home, I offered to take my Mom there so she could buy me lunch.
The menu did look pretty good! The options were written all rustic-like in chalk on a big blackboard behind the register. I didn’t much care for the “revolutionary” theme they were going for, what with the (Cli)”Che Guevara” burger and such, so I decided to just order a classic: a bacon/cheese, topped with lettuce, tomato, red onion, pickle, ketchup, and mustard.
It soon arrived at the table.
Trust me when I tell you it tasted as good as it looks.
Also trust me that when I see an opportunity to draw, you just know I’m going to be a shit-disturber!
Check out the wall of post-it notes that customers are allowed to doodle on and add to the mix!
Well, I’m a bit of a revolutionary myself! Mua-ha-ha-ha!
“Mom,” I said to her, “do you honestly believe the teenagers on staff are going to think that I, ‘Ronald McDonald,’ entered their establishment sans-makeup, bought a burger, thoroughly enjoyed it, and then left an ominous drawing of ‘myself’, threatening to stamp out their little upstart business?”
“I see. Well, if the cops come knocking, I’ll just tell ’em you did it! Bwa!-ha!-ha!”