Fatty Friday -- The Royal Peasant

Yesterday was just one of those days, y'all, and NOT in a good, leisahly way. The Little Lady had an afternoon engagement, so I thought, "Hey, this is a good opportunity for me to catch up at my other job." So, I got up, had my morning coffee, and headed to the office...around 10ish (hey, that's the beauty of a part-time job). I was so productive yesterday it was scary. E-mails, planning, cleaning, meeting, moving furniture...I made it happen. Then I left work at what I thought was 4ish, but first I went upstairs to say bye to a friend. She wasn't in her office. In fact, nobody was in his or her office. It was almost 6.

Then I realized how hungry I was. That coffee for breakfast? That was my only meal of the day. No wonder I got a little grumpy and snappy toward the end, there.

That said, proximity was the primary factor in deciding where to go next on our burger quest. The Royal Peasant is an English pub style place 2 blocks away from my...we'll say "flat" since we're being all British and stuff...and it also happens to have really great food. We don't eat there much in the summer because who thinks, "Man, bangers and mash would really hit the spot!" when the heat index is 113?

Anyway, the burger is really good there and it totally hit the spot. They keep it simple with cheddar cheese, applewood-smoked bacon!, bibb lettuce, and tomato. The ingredients are quality and they cooked it to a perfect medium-rare which, for the record, is how I'm ordering all these burgers. It was a little greasy juicy, but that's a plus in my book.

Here's the rub: I was so hungry that I downed the burger in about 13 seconds. I know, I know, that's pretty hot. CB is a lucky fella. I would give it a 9, but I'm pretty sure I'd'a given McDonald's a 9 last night. To be honest, I'm not even sure I tasted it. Also, I'm not sure what CB thought of it. I didn't ask. I didn't care. I just ate. And then I felt sick.

The Royal Peasant burger and I do not have a good history with The Colonel. The first time I had one was our 2nd date. He ordered the fish and chips which can be neatly consumed with a fork and knife. As I'm mid burger-scarf with cow juice dripping down my forearm, he's telling me how he and his friend don't eat beef unless it's grass-fed (the bet has since been cancelled, obvi):

CB: blah, blah, ethical treatment of animals, blah...

Me: (mid bite) Oh, great, and I wasn't already feeling bad enough for ordering decidedly unattractive, un-girly, un-date food.

CB: No, no, it's totally cute that you ordered a burger. I like it.

Me: (probably wiping ketchup off my face with the back of my hand) Aw, thanks.

It's really sweet what people will lie about when they start dating.

Not one of my finer moments and I'm still not sure why he called me after that date (if you've ever seen me eat a burger, you know).

Anyway, last night's burger was just as good as the first. The date was decidedly more relaxed and I used my napkin the whole time. Also, I still totally love The Royal Peasant. It's charming despite all the soccer football soccer ...whatever they play on TV. So far, I think this burger tops the list...and that's not just the hunger talking.

Fondest regards,
The Lady