I’ve had the most remarkable brainstorm about my snappy title dilemma. I’ll wait until after I’ve written the post to title it. Now, that may seem pretty logical, and it’s entirely possible that it’s in the realm of writing 101, but perhaps from years of schooling where I was given a topic and told to write about it, I have spent quite a bit of time here lately sitting in front of my computer, stumped by the “title” line and getting nowhere until I either came up with something catchy or gave up. This write it, then name it approach is brilliant. Absolutely brilliant.
Today was my red meat day. To get on board with pattern of it all, this tells you I’m utterly premenstrual. For my red meat fix I went to Elevation Burger in Falls Church, a not-too-fast-food burger joint featuring grass fed, organic beef, potatoes fried in olive oil, and hand blended milkshakes. If only the shakes could be grass fed and organic, too. Didn’t stop me, though. I enjoyed my cheeseburger, skinny fries and chocolate shake. The image I had of these things while I was driving over there far outshone the reality of eating them. I had this nostalgic whim of a big juicy burger with a thick slice of tomato, and the perfectly balancing slurp of chocolate shake, made sublime by using my french fries as a dip-and-deliver system. Doesn’t that sound dreamy? In my mind’s eye the atmosphere was perfect, too. Juke box, polite fresh faced youths taking my order, teenyboppers sharing a shake with two straws. Where – and when – do I think I live? I got my food, ate it, left. There wasn’t any music; the place was practically empty since I chose to eat dinner at 5pm.
Now, lest I sound completely dissatisfied, let me share with you the highlight of my Elevation Burger experience. I simply LOVED my time there, and it had nothing to do with eating. I had come from giving a workshop, and was wearing one of my new dresses and the most amazing shoes. I looked fabulous. A little cleavage, a little leg, I had even accessorized. Suffice to say, I was over dressed for Elevation Burger. It’s a place your order, they call your name and you come get your food joint. For those of us with it goin’ on, however, there’s no need to get up. That is what they told me. Both of them. First the guy with my shake. “Jennifer?” he called out. I turned in time to see him hustling over to my table, shake, straw and spoon in hand. “No, no, don’t get up”, he said. “I’ve got your shake right here for you”. A few minutes later I heard my name again. “Jennifer!” I made as if to slide off my stool and make my way to the counter, when this other guy came sailing out from the kitchen with my burger and fries. “Here you go, Jennifer. Here’s your food. I hope you enjoy it, and if there is any thing else you need you just let me know”. He proceeded to give me one of those clinging, coating stares, cleavage to ankles. I mighta been insulted if I wasn’t so incredibly flattered. Looks like I’ve still got a bit of it goin’ on. No need to turn me out to pasture quite yet.
Tags: burgers, cleavage, confidence, fries, milkshake, red meat, titles
