A Calgary writer/eater talking with her mouth full
Yes, that's all I had for dinner - roasted green and yellow beans, eaten with my fingers at my desk - I was only so virtuous because earlier this afternoon I was lured away from my healthy bowl of black bean and sweet potato soup lying in wait in the fridge, into the comforting arms of Boogie's Burgers.
(Boogie's Burgers: I'm sorry. I didn't know. I had heard your burgers were really great, but I was too busy judging a book by its cover. The signage never lured me in. And then Gwen did - the power of suggestion is strong with me. I must be a Skywalker or something.) Upon sliding into the booth after touring the room with W, playing twenty-five cent games of pinball, Donkey Kong and Ms. Pac Man, Mike just looked at me and said, "well I feel like a schmuck for never coming here before." I was thinking the same. We got our Coke in a GLASS. And our fries in an actual ceramic BOWL. The burgers were the size of W's head, but not in an over-the-top way.
I had the Fay Burger, which I can only deduce was named after someone who really loved mushrooms. Sauteed mushrooms, sauteed onions, mushroom sauce and bacon. Somehow I missed out on the cheese, which, lets face it, I probably didn't need. Mike opted for the Sam burger - if there is a burger with a fried egg on it on the menu, he really can't choose anything else. The patties are the polar opposite to those at Rocky's Burger Bus - where theirs are baseball-shaped, Boogie's are more reminiscent of a Frisbee. But in a good way; Mike described it as the meat layer of an interesting sandwich (as in, between the bun was a thin patty of lovely beef, lettuce, tomato, sauteed onions, cheese, and a fried egg) rather than the main event (as in, the bun barely contains the ball of meat inside). Interestingly enough neither of us had a preference; they each hold their own.
Next time I'm going back for a shake - but maybe not the Fat Elvis.
Oh right - the roasted beans. Are you still listening? Do you still even care about beans? I found green and yellow ones in my crisper, forgotten since my trip to Crossroads Market, and remembering the success with roasted kale chips (toss washed and dried leaves with oil, sprinkle with salt and roast at 350F or 400F for 10-15 minutes, until crisp and golden - truly chips without the guilt) I decided to give beans a whirl. Roasting can truly make any vegetable infinitely tastier.
These were tossed with oil, sprinkled with salt and roasted at 400F for about 15 minutes, shaking once or twice. They weren't pretty, but I'd like to offer up a suggestion of these roasted beans instead of a side of fries beside your next burger. (To be honest, I liked the roasted kale even better.)
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