Burger odyssey abort abort!

Jus and I had decided on a dedicated US burger review, where we would sample them here, there and everywhere and rate them, kind of picking up where I left off with the delicious SEEK St Kilda Gourmet Burger Odyssey (Grill'd won BTW).

So last night I ventured off to Boston Blackie's, a joint that a colleague at work mentioned as having the best burger in Chicago (the work crew flaked on dinner after 11 hours of usability testing - fair enough).

The menu was all chili, burgers, sandwiches, and I settled into a booth and I watched baseball on the big screen and tried to decipher the baseball scoring, while eavesdropping on a drunken Boomer table of four next to me slagging their hopeless siblings and claiming biased parenting.

The Houston Astros were playing the Cubs (sponsored by Bubba Burger, the official burger of the Chicago Cubs). Go Cubs.

The eponymous Boston Blackie burger was on its way, bursting with bacon, grilled onions and cheese. It was a sloppy delight. They ask you how you want your burger done here - this is serious stuff - and it was perfectly medium. In fact I would say its the tastiest burger pattie I've ever had. Good fresh slaw with not too much mayo...I almost wore it, managed to get most of it in my mouth, and made a right mess of the serviette while washing it down with a $4 glass of house red. (Chicago is so cheap compared to NY.)

And then I thought "what am i doing? i can't do a review of US burgers. I have a cholesterol problem. i'm testing the seams of my pants at this very moment. am i stupid?"

It must have been the hypnotic effect of the baseball that relaxed me enough to have this epiphany. My last 12-week-tummy blog posting was barely indexed and already I was hoeing into more junk. I really am in denial.

On the long walk home, trying to assuage the guilt, I passed a store poster crying 'Everything in the middle of everything'. That's the problem. I need new boundaries. Talking to other Aussies, everyone who moves here seems to go through a little porky moment while they get the novel food out of their (through their?) system, and then you find your way down the notorious supermarket aisle without picking up a box of double coated Oreos with chocolate cream and go "Hey, we dont have these at home. they look awesome. let's try 'em." (they're friggin sublime by the way).

I am tempted to post a 'Mia at 3 months' belly photo.