"Well I’m not the world’s most physical guy..."

been a while T-Machine. How ya doing old friend!! got a couple goodies from our vaca back to the evergreen state. Lola is a little joint in Seattle, apparently owned by some dude that challenged the Iron Chefs...he probably lost but i won't hold that against him.

in typical "can't risk it" fashion i went with the burger...no fair thinking out of the box and trying something new on vacation right? actually i walked the tightrope a little with this kid seeing how it was a "lamb" burger. grilled veg...pretty amazing. and what u ask is that pile of Lincoln Logs to the right of the burger volcano?....well...let's just say if this were a plate of Destiny's Child, logs = Beyonce....CHICKPEA FRIES!!!

i was fit to be tied by these works of art. they looked and felt like a Gorton's fishstick (which i would have had absolutely no problem with because they rock too) but after biting into it and discovering a creamy chickpea filling, all my great memories associated with fishsticks vanished. so amazing, probably the tastiest thing i've ever eaten in stick form. a ginger dipping sauce accompanied the fries but it played second fiddle for sure. i know now how Lewis and Clark felt upon discovering the Columbia River...very pleased and a little wet.

mrs. horner rocked some chicken kabobs w/ homemade pita bread and as she put it "the best mo' foin' potatoes EVER!" (hey...her words not mine). they were called garlic smashed potatoes. we put our heads together and came to the conclusion they must have baked them, hit them with a sledgehammer and then deep fried them...genius. did i have a bite? uh...yes. 

for desert the good sir waiting on us made a special run to heaven and came back with a bag of petite donuts. coated in pure sugar, milled by a family from a small village on the coast of peru and imported directly to the restaurant daily by bike messenger (not really...just added for effect. sugar is sugar kids.). topped it with a dollop of sweet mascarpone and a rhubarb gel i wanted to do a cannonball into. hit the spot fo' sho'. 

excellent meal all around and a well deserved break from watching nicci and jackie beat the streets on a downtown seattle shopping spree. "women be SHOPPIN'...you can't STOP a woman from shoppin!"

on the Dusty trail

Dusty Burgers located in wenatchee which is conveniently located on our way to seattle. just a down and dirty burger n shake shack. been there forever and has played a vital role in me becoming the man i am today. this trip i called upon the double meat, double cheese, no onions monster to slug me in the gut. if i ever start an indie electro-pop/alternative/glam-rock/folk band it will be called "DMDC no onion". stay tuned.

that 16 year old wizard behind the grill will throw on as many patties as you can handle at this place. the record for a sittin is well over 25...little excessive but who am i Jack Lalanne over here? all i know is when you see cheese wrinkle under the weight of meat like that...IT'S GO TIME! i was a little hesitant to surpass the double mark cause i had a 2 hour drive in front of me...no further explanation needed to this group.

mrs. H slammed the single meat n cheese...pussy. hahaha, she actually pounded more fries than me so she put in a solid performance. oh and no this photo was not staged, a mere candid shot that just so happened to capture the essence of the environment in which taken.

MUSTARD TIGER!