You are warmly welcomed to this blog by the completely appropriately pseudonymed burger-enthusiasts, Crunchy Dill and Creamy Dijon.
The two of us stood at the counter of a burger place on Saint Laurent this evening, enthusing about our burgers, past, present, and immediate future, when Creamy Dijon marvelled:
"Wouldn't it be great if we started a blog or something about burgers?"
"We should totally do that. We could have burgers every week!"
"Oh my God. Yes. And, if we become famous enough, we will be asked to design hightops!"
And from thus came "Being and Burgers: A Philosophical Assessment of Burgers." Two girls who like burgers, and hope to become famous enough to design Adidas high tops.
Dijon and Dill (we inexpertly both chose psudoynms - "Because you should always plan to be famous, because you never know," as Dijon so wisely told me - with the same initials) eat a lot of burgers. We are not food critics. We are not educated in the culinary arts. Dill is from Alberta, and has, therefore, a well bred appreciation for red meat. Our qualifications end there. But, as mentioned, we eat a lot of burgers. And who doesn't love burgers? Vegetarians? No. Even they love burgers.
This blog will serve as our enthusiastic, if ill-qualified, exploration of Montreal's burger profferings. We shall hunt, peruse, consume and probably even pay for burgers the city-wide, and come back to you with our findings.
"A Hamburger is warm and fragrant and juicy. A hamburger is soft and nonthreatening. It personifies the Great Mother herself who has nourished us from the beginning. A hamburger is an icon of layered circles, the circle being at once the most spiritual and the most sensual of shapes. A hamburger is companionable and faintly erotic. The nipple of the Goddess, the bountiful belly-ball of Eve. You are what you think you eat."
Tom Robbins
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