Roasted Green and Yellow Beans
Yes, that’s all I had for dinner – eaten with my fingers at my desk. All because earlier this afternoon I was lured away from my healthy bowl of black bean and sweet potato soup lying in wait in the fridge, into the comforting arms of Boogie’s Burgers.
(Boogie’s Burgers: I’m sorry. I didn’t know. I had heard your burgers were really great, but I was too busy judging a book by its cover. The signage never lured me in. And then Gwen did – the power of suggestion is strong with me. I’m like a Skywalker or something.)
Upon sliding into the booth after touring the room with W, playing twenty-five cent games of pinball, Donkey Kong and Ms. Pac Man, Mike just looked at me and said, “well I feel like a schmuck for never coming here before.” I was thinking the same. We got our Coke in a GLASS. And our fries in an actual ceramic BOWL. The burgers were the size of W’s head, but not in an over-the-top way.
I had the Fay Burger, which I can only deduce was named after someone who really loved mushrooms. Sauteed mushrooms, sauteed onions, mushroom sauce and bacon. Somehow I missed out on the cheese, which, lets face it, I probably didn’t need.
Mike opted for the Sam burger – if there is a burger with a fried egg on it on the menu, he really can’t choose anything else. The patties are the polar opposite to those at Rocky’s Burger Bus – where theirs are baseball-shaped, Boogie’s are more reminiscent of a Frisbee. But in a good way; Mike described it as the meat layer of an interesting sandwich (as in, between the bun was a thin patty of lovely beef, lettuce, tomato, sauteed onions, cheese, and a fried egg) rather than the main event (as in, the bun barely contains the ball of meat inside). Interestingly enough neither of us had a preference; they each hold their own.
(Ha – I just noticed that back on the day I went to Rocky’s, I had edamame for dinner. It’s like burgers are a sin and beans are my penance. And if I’m going to have one, it better be good.)
Next time I’m going back for a shake – but maybe not the Fat Elvis.
Oh right – the roasted beans. Are you still listening? Do you still even care about beans? I found green and yellow ones in my crisper, forgotten, and remembering the success with the kale (and even the roasted broccoli – remember? Roasted with some oil and a toss of Parmesan toward the end? I forgot about that!) I decided to give beans a whirl. Roasting can truly make any vegetable infinitely tastier. Tossed with oil, sprinkled with salt and roasted at 400F for about 15 minutes, shaking once or twice. They weren’t pretty, but I’d like to offer up a suggestion of these roasted beans instead of a side of fries beside your next burger.
One Year Ago: Big Salad with Grilled Raspberry Chicken and Plum Browned Butter Bliss
August 11 2009 | eating out | 20 Comments »
