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After dropping off my bow to be rehaired (and getting scolded by the bowmaker … ask me for details if you’re curious about bow matters), I was rather hungry, as it was already 3:30 and I hadn’t eaten lunch. As I strolled north to get from the violin shop to the Public Library (using a mental map that turned out to be correct), I spotted a curious fast-food restaurant called “b.good” to my right that had an amusing ad postered outside, to the effect of not needing an industrial fry cutter ’cause they’ve got Ronaldo or some generic-named character like that. I looked over their menu, and it looked pretty gourmet, for a fast-food burger joint, anyway. Then I spotted the pricing – $5.95 – and the option of “crisp veggies” as a side … and believe me, I was sold. Mouth watering, I wandered inside, noting the signs of “free wireless” and a few curious posters that I’ll describe later on.
I ordered the “Adopted Luke” (you can go to their website and find out yourself why on Earth a BBQ mushroom-onions-‘n-swiss burger has that name) and a side of the veggies. Before sitting down, I grabbed a fountain drink — and to my surprise, they had unsweetened iced tea. It had been so long since I unsweetened iced tea was spotted alongside Coke and Fanta, and I was so overjoyed that I ran up to the counter and announced my joy and gratefulness, to which she brightened and gave her two cents on over-sugared confectionary tea. I then sat down, but within one minute, the food was ready and I brought it back to chow down. The burger was indeed delicious, not huge but definitely not puny, and with that hearty, beefy taste that only comes with using lean, fresh-ground meat. And the vegetables – fresh broccoli, carrots, and red peppers, lightly stir-fried in garlic and olive oil so that they weren’t raw nor over-cooked, and nowhere near bland – were scrumptious and a perfect balance to the burger.
Now, the posters: there was one about the turkeys they used in their turkey burgers, proclaiming that turkeys across the nation were addicted to drugs (read: antibiotics), but theirs were “clean and sober.” Always a good thing. Then there was one about their fries, and how they loved the fries so much that they didn’t dare to dunk them into a giant vat of reused oil (they bake them instead, making them about as healthy as the veggie mix, believe it or not). And then there was my personal favorite (paraphrased): “Han Solo was frozen by Jabba the Hutt, and that sucked. So we don’t do the same thing to our crisp vegetables.”
Ohohoho :)
And now the :(
Why the heck is the Boston Public Library so disorganized? Last time I went, the French section (several shelves) was in absolutely no order – not by title, author, or call number. And now the foreign films are just jammed together onto two shelves at pure random. Ranma 1/2: Nihao My Concubine was right next to a film in Farsi and one in Hindu, and then there was a Chinese film to the side. This place is either for those who know exactly what they are looking for and would stop at no length to obtain it … or those who don’t care at all what they get (like the other woman there, who had an armful of ten rather random selections).
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