Things have been far too serious around here lately. Politics, smartphones, and programming are all well and good, but there’s been a notable lack of food pr0n in my posts since Twitter took over my impulse-blogging.
Well, no more. Look upon the awesome power of the “Heart Attack” sandwich, as proudly served during the Sunday brunch at the family BBQ restaurant:
You can click through to the Flickr page to see notes breaking down all the constituent parts, but suffice to say, everything on that sandwich, right down to the bun itself, is fried.
It was so good. I think I’ll probably only be able to eat one about once a year, but I will cherish that day.
So now I feel stupid for having moved to Australia. Just an FYI.
Dude! Nice work. My heart hurts just looking at that puppy. Goddamn. As if I didn’t have enough work to do when I get out to Oregon with Voodoo donuts. I got a link on “this is why you’re fat” too, it’s a turbaconducken. A chicken inside a duck inside a turkey all wrapped in bacon. Jeeze….
http://nycfoodguy.com/2008/11/27/nyc-food-guy-says-happy-thanksgiving-eat-turbaconducken/