Bob’s Burgers and Brouhaha

It’s Valentine’s Day and I’m on strike. I’m not cooking, or even writing about cooking, for quite a little while. 

There’s a popular restaurant chain near the Time Zone and at the Latitude Where I Live called Bob’s Burgers and Brew. This is not an ad: I have no connection to Bob, my family has no connection to Bob, Bob doesn’t have a clue that I like his burgers (his buns are pretty good, too), and Bob doesn’t know that I’m penning these words. Bob has a 2-for-1 Valentine’s Day Special that sounds pretty cool. I may just go there tonight, and if I play my cards right, Ron may just join me. He knows I’m on strike, so he doesn’t have much choice. 

I want to make very clear that Bob’s Burgers and Brew is not the same Bob as the Bob in Bob’s Burgers (below). My Bob does not “grind the meat” (ooo-la-la!) in his basement. And my Bob certainly does not serve ... I can’t even say the words! You’ll have to watch the video!

Happy Valentine’s Day, everyone!   xox   Nicole

PS: There are restaurants and there are RESTAURANTS! I’m not so sure I’d visit this one in Tokyo ...