DuckTales...EW! EW!
So, I was a bit sidelined this week from a bad incident with some duck...
Tuesday night, I had dinner with my friend Edward who was moving to Florida the next day. We went to dinner at the Melrose Bar & Grill.
It's a cool small restaurant just near The Abbey in West Hollywood. It's got a neat vibe to it and the menu seemed decent without being crazy overpriced.
Now, had this dinner been months ago, I would have pounced on one of the steak dishes, but ever since the beef brouhaha last February, I've cut all beef out of my diet temporarily.
I honed in on something I had never tried before...a duck burger. I mean, I've had some duck in other forms, but never as a burger. I thought to myself, oh this could be good...and possibly healthier too than a regular burger.
I order the duck burger and asked them to leave off the gouda cheese. I figure, keep it simple as it's a new territory in burgerdom that I have never entered before.
The server brings us our dishes and there's my duck burger with cheese on it. BOO. I have it taken back. The duck burger returns to my table as I ordered it. No cheese. It's this thick burger-like patty sandwiched in this very nice roll with a leaf of lettuce and a dollop of cherry ketchup.
I take a bite out of it. Not bad...Not too spicy and the ketchup has a nice tartness to it. I get about 1/2 way through the burger, I feel a fit full. I call it off with the burger and just pick away at the fries for the rest of the meal.
I head over to Fubar to do some karaoke-ing. I grab a drink...fumble my way singing through "Bat Out of Hell" and I start feeling more tired than usual. This tiredness is accompanied by a hint of nausea which is a bigger hint that I need to head home...QUICKLY.
I rush home and hop into my bed hoping to sleep it off. Not so...within minutes, I get that throw-upy taste in my mouth, start sweating, and breathing heavily and I say to myself, "screw it...," rush to the toilet and let the floodgates flow from my mouth.
This wonderful process of vomiting and hopping in and out of my bed proceeded on a regular basis from 1 AM 'til about 6 AM. Needless to say, I didn't head to work the next day. Ugh...I recovered by Thursday morning and nursed myself with a steady diet of saltines and Gatorade. Woo...electrolytes!
And DAMN YOU, DUCKBURGER!!!!!
Tuesday night, I had dinner with my friend Edward who was moving to Florida the next day. We went to dinner at the Melrose Bar & Grill.
It's a cool small restaurant just near The Abbey in West Hollywood. It's got a neat vibe to it and the menu seemed decent without being crazy overpriced.
Now, had this dinner been months ago, I would have pounced on one of the steak dishes, but ever since the beef brouhaha last February, I've cut all beef out of my diet temporarily.
I honed in on something I had never tried before...a duck burger. I mean, I've had some duck in other forms, but never as a burger. I thought to myself, oh this could be good...and possibly healthier too than a regular burger.
I order the duck burger and asked them to leave off the gouda cheese. I figure, keep it simple as it's a new territory in burgerdom that I have never entered before.
The server brings us our dishes and there's my duck burger with cheese on it. BOO. I have it taken back. The duck burger returns to my table as I ordered it. No cheese. It's this thick burger-like patty sandwiched in this very nice roll with a leaf of lettuce and a dollop of cherry ketchup.
I take a bite out of it. Not bad...Not too spicy and the ketchup has a nice tartness to it. I get about 1/2 way through the burger, I feel a fit full. I call it off with the burger and just pick away at the fries for the rest of the meal.
I head over to Fubar to do some karaoke-ing. I grab a drink...fumble my way singing through "Bat Out of Hell" and I start feeling more tired than usual. This tiredness is accompanied by a hint of nausea which is a bigger hint that I need to head home...QUICKLY.
I rush home and hop into my bed hoping to sleep it off. Not so...within minutes, I get that throw-upy taste in my mouth, start sweating, and breathing heavily and I say to myself, "screw it...," rush to the toilet and let the floodgates flow from my mouth.
This wonderful process of vomiting and hopping in and out of my bed proceeded on a regular basis from 1 AM 'til about 6 AM. Needless to say, I didn't head to work the next day. Ugh...I recovered by Thursday morning and nursed myself with a steady diet of saltines and Gatorade. Woo...electrolytes!
And DAMN YOU, DUCKBURGER!!!!!
2 Comments:
At 6:02 AM,
Anonymous said…
Maybe the cook contaminated your burger intentionally because he/she got upset when you return
your order. Please don't eat there anymore.
At 11:09 AM,
J. KELLY said…
== JAY SEZ: ==
Me? I'd rather have roast beef, chicken or hamburgers... curly fries on the side... choc mousse.
Definitely agree with you on the Gatorade, man; Lemon Ice -- my FAVE!!
Never had a DuckBurger at all. Now thanks to your warning, I never will. I'll keep that in mind.
PEACE!!
~JK~
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