No, I’m not referring to sexy man on Big Mac action.
Last year, when I slogged through pizzas for our first iteration of this annual tournament, people kept repeating that old quote: “Sex is like pizza — even when it’s bad, it’s still worth having.” And, after eating through 96 pizza joints in just a few short weeks, I had to agree. About the pizza, that is. On one evening I visited a dozen pizzerias and still kinda craved a slice the next day. I always had to stop myself from eating more than just a couple of tastes from each place, no matter how bad the pies were.
After one round of especially boring pizzas, I even stopped by Cappy’s to take home a pie for dinner.
With burgers, that’s not the case. Bad burgers are just plain bad. Mediocre burgers are fine when you’re hungry or drunk, but hold absolutely no appeal after you’ve plowed through several earlier in the day. The best burgers stood out from the crowd, but I never had a desire to wrap up the extra and nosh it on my way to the next stop.
When this is all over, I may even put a moratorium on meat for a few weeks, if only to cleanse the psychic and colonic detritus of this mammoth meat fest.
This article appears in Mar 12-18, 2008.
