I am a good friend of most any bar food; I often get excited at the mention of a fryer. But last night I met my match.
After a few beers at the Federal, some friends and I walked along Main St. looking for an open kitchen. We only wanted a little something to pick at to finish off the evening, or so I thought. After ordering a cheap pitcher at the Down Under Pub, I told my buddy to order whatever and stepped outside to make a call. When I returned he’d ordered too many appetizers in addition to the motherload of bar food heretofore never dreamed of: the Peanut Butter Bacon Burger (three of them!).
The burger oozed peanut butter and you’ll be glad I didn’t insert a photo. In fact, I’m glad I didn’t take a photo–the memory alone slows my pulse. But the taste was insane. After the first bite I thought there could be no way I could finish, despite its incomparable flavor. Next thing I knew I was sucking remnants of peanut butter and bacon grease off my fingers and looking for a way to wash down the last bite.
I think I died a little with that unexpected gutbomb. You too can be a gastronimic daredevil at the Down Under, it may be worth it. Just be sure to tell your family you love them.