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Al's Place
2731 North USHighway 67
Florissant, MO 63033
Saint Louis County
Phone: (314) 839-9850
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by Live To Feast I. on
I feel that this meal should be shared. In the first-person narrative, present tense. My $60 Lunch at Flip Burger Or I am Jack's Fatty Duck Liver By LTF It's a beautiful spring Saturday afternoon in Atlanta. I'm curled up in the fetal position on the couch, wrangling with a demon from the 7th level of hangover hell. Wait...what time did I go to bed last night? And who the hell are these people sleeping on my floor? All I want to do is pull a blanket over my head, order a mediocre horror movie, and send one of these randos to go pick up some Waffle House for me. Instead, I must now go meet my out of town friends that just HAVE to try Flip Burger before they leave Atlanta. I down a Bubba Keg of water and set off for the Westside. There is something about being hung-over that makes me just not really give a damn. I become a little...demanding... when it comes to my creature comforts. I border on bratty. And right now, I need something to make me feel better, STAT. Do you know what usually makes me feel better when I'm in this condition? Foie Gras. I pull into Flip and groggily greet my old friends. We exchange good-to-see-you's and hugs, and I order a pint of Sweetwater, hoping to keep The Fear, that sinister window of hangover misery when the last remaining drops of alcohol leave your bloodstream and you realize just how hungover you really are, at bay until after our meal. The poor bastard assigned to our table doesn't even get the chance to hand me a menu before I'm barking milkshake orders at him. I make sure that he understands that the Krispy Kreme and Marshmellow and Nutella shakes are for the table. The Foie Gras is for me. The milkshakes arrive and I attack. I've always backed down from ordering the $9 foie gras milkshake before, but I currently have a bad case of the fuck-it's. Wait....this tastes a hell of a lot like a vanilla milkshake....like, a LOT like a vanilla milkshake. Did that guy screw up my ord- Ohhh...there's the foie gras at the end. Yup...definitely foie gras. Weird. I thought this would be more "foie" and less "shake". But, then again, a duck liver smoothie might not keep 'em running back, so I guess I understand. Damn...light on the foie gras or not, this is like ambrosia to me right now. This is just what the doctor ordered. I can't slow myself down, but the brain freeze is worth it. Everyone else oh's-and-ahh's over the novelty burger selection, but I already know what I'm getting. If I'm going to do this thing, I'm going to go it right. The A5 Kobe burger it is. Hell yeah, I'm going there. I don't give a damn if it is a $40 burger. Grade A-5 Kobe beef, seared foie gras, truffle oil, pickles, and red wine syrup? I'd pay you $400 for that right now, because that sounds amazing. And I don't give a damn if you think it's stupid; I'm going to devour this thing. I'm so excited about the A5 that I completly forget about my side. Great...now I'm the idiot that is holding up the table while someone shows me where the sides are on the menu. Hmmm....Vodka battered onion rings?....hand-cut French fries?.....Oh HELL yes. I'm on a roll here, so why not keep going? I'll have the sweetbreads for my side please, and no, I don't care that they are $7, get off my ass already. Did you see the look that the server just gave me after taking my order? He either thinks that I'm a total jackass, or that I'm kind of awesome. Probably jackass. The sweetbreads arrive first. I...like these? These are good, but if you deep fry anything and dredge it in buffalo sauce, it would taste like this. I want sweetbreads that act like f'ing sweetbreads, not hide under fry batter and wing sauce. You're a sweetbread...be proud of it. Taste like a thymus gland dammit! Oh...that blue cheese foam is pretty damn good though. Damn you Blais, and your trendy-yet-delicious-gimmickry. The elitist in me wants to make snarky comments about the use of "foam", but this is tasty. Finally, my A5 arrives. Buttered bun, juicy unreasonably high-grade beef, gooey, heady, foie gras, and truffle. Sweet baby Jesus. Oh, god...this is so stupid. I'm eating a $40 burg- DAMN THIS IS GOOD. Melted foie gras juiciness streams from the corners of my shit-eating grin, and I don't care. This is what I needed. This will make everything ok. I want to be Facebook friends with this hamburger. I want to take it home to meet my parents. I polish off the last of my burger, and run my finger across my plate, scooping the last of the foie gras and truffle oil into my mouth. I moan. Ohhhhhh....man...that was ridiculous. I'm awesome. All is right in the world. I need a cigarette...and not one of those "I just ate a great meal" cigarettes. I mean an "I just got laid" cigarette. The A5 just made sweet, sweet, love to me. And like many women, the A5 has left me with a stupid smile on my face, a lighter wallet, a little less dignity, and the overwhelming desire to go to take a nap. SCENE
by Craig Ryun on
while crowd was engaging enough. it's was a who's who fashion show on who can wear the most different shades of black and grey.
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