Lucy and Tom
Just wanted to say a quick hello and let you know all is well. I’ve had a rough couple of days, but determination will not allow for mushy headspace. The hunt for physiotherapy continues… imagine at the Riverside, the waiting period for people like me who aren’t emergency cases (fresh out of O.R. or a trauma case) have to wait 1 ½ years. Yes you read correctly one and a half years. So looks like I will be heading to the Orleans centre until such time that I can switch to the hospital.
As for my home stretching… Well that doctor that you met in my last post has been keeping me on my toes. In fact he told me that my exercises are too easy and that I have to “do it like this!” and breaks out into a routine that can only be trumped by a VHS recall of the 20 minute workout. Ahhhhh love ‘em.
Well, today’s actual entry is of a lighter nature. My big brother asked that I tell the whole story, but the “ending” … it is up to K whether she tells you or not – just make sure you aren’t drinking sprite. So Lucy, sweet sweet Lucy….
Being sick offers some benefits. One of them is that TV watching is guiltless. You get to catch up on old shows, watch new ones, go through a full series, even re-watch classic episodes and no one says a word [insert virtual high 5!]. One of these new shows that I am hooked on is called Man vs Food. Short explanation, this guy travels the US and takes on food eating challenges at various restaurants, while highlighting some interesting dishes along the way.
Well, a long time ago I saw an episode about Minneapolis… the challenge – eat a foot long sausage and two sides, and the interesting dish… The Juicy Lucy. Well, I won’t waste time one explaining the back story, but essentially there are two restaurants in Minneapolis that lay claim to this lovely creation. Two hamburger patties joined together with cheese being sandwiched in between then you cook that bad girl up. Me, MR BBQ in the winter, just had to taste this before I left. So the hunt for Lucy began.
The Story of Lucy – click here (the picture is nothing like the real thing, then again we had the one at 5-8)
So you know who Lucy is, but who is Tom you might ask? He’s the dude who’s first and last name are the same and I was screaming both of them in agony, because we forgot ours in home town, and my lovely brother lent us his (cough cough) Mio. Tom Tom is our trusty GPS.
We left the hotel in hunt for Matts or the 5-8 Club. According to google maps, the trip should have been all of 15 mins. At 30 mins in we started to figure out something is wrong. Both restaurants are on Cedar Ave, which lends to the awe of competition, but we can’t find it. Later we come to know Cedar as one of the main roads of this great city even turns into a highway at one point. So Mio takes us on a tour of the city: lefts, rights, merge lefts, merge rights, cross overs, u turns, recalculations… and then the road disappeared. What the …
At this point we have been driving for more than an hour and we are ready to have a slice of pizza and call it a night. But then I remember… I AM CANADIAN!!! What does any good Canadian do at this point, outside of look for a Tim Hortons?? You stop at a gas station and ask for directions (possibly to the nearest Timmies). So I walk in and of course there is a guy at the counter who looks like he is really missing the drug that he is addicted to, but cigarettes will do. There is a second attendant so I don’t have to wait behind him… whew. So after an hour and fifteen minutes of agony, I will finally get directions to Cedar … Lucy you are mine!!!!
So I give the attendant the “I am a cool Dj from Canada” head nod and say, “hey bro, you know where Cedar Ave is?” The attendant, who didn’t seem to like the head nod, or maybe he wasn’t my brother, any how he looks at me, corner of his mouth eases up to indicate the evil smile, he chuckles and says, “you ain’t from round here huh… bro”. At this point, I’m not backing down. I’m a cool as Dj from Canada… I gots swagger… you’re not gonna stare and smile me down buddy, ohhhhh nooo. So I give the chuckle back, raise a nose swipe, and with a tone of obvious I respond, “ummm, no.” Take that buddy. I didn’t ask for your opinion of my head nod, just get over yourself and tell me how to get to Cedar Ave.
He points out the window. At the traffic lights that mark the corner the gas station is on…
“Cedar is the lights there…”
Ummm, thanks.
So I swagger back out to the car and laugh…. Oh did we laugh….. I stopped laughing and K kept imitating the smile and point. I personally think it was funny, but not that funny. She still points at lights and says “is that Cedar?” grrrrrr.
Well, the Juicy Lucy or Jucy Lucy is a really cool idea that tastes great. Not something your innards should be subjected to very often, but well worth trying at least once. We still think it’s the best hamburger we ever tasted! At least until I perfect my own version this summer. Lol, of course with tofu!!! Healthy eating sucks!
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Ahem, what my baby brother forgot to mention is that he bought the Mio model FIRST and then I got one after some research said it was hackable. It has served us well for some years and our other Mio model, the Knight Rider (oh yes, THAT one), continues to handle the chores in my DW's ride. Since people got talking-over-the-music-with-detachable-faceplate-goodness in their rides, they can be all uppity and forget where they came from! Mio is, admittedly, past its prime and will be retired as soon as I can get the Tom-squared goodness that includes lifetime maps and traffic updates with lane assist at a poor man's price.
The real question is, is it as good as Starr Burger in Whitby...hmmm burgers, fries, root beer... need some!
@skibum - I am always willing to do a blind taste test. The 24 hour drive to MN may give a hint to which burger came from where, but I am willing if you are :o)
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