I had a great din­ner with great friends at Fos­ter Burger tonight.  Liam ordered a deep-fried avo­cado that we all split.  The nat­ural fat­ti­ness of the avo­cado plus the deep-frying made a con­coc­tion that was hard to eat just one slice of.  There were not many main courses to choose from, but I believe our table selected a diverse cross-section of the menu.  I, myself, tried the Kiwi Burger, a burger made of ground up cute lit­tle lambs with pick­led beets and aged ched­dar.  It was absolutely amazing:

I really can’t describe it more than that.  It was a ham­burger.  It was lamb.  I don’t really eat cow, so it was great to have the tex­ture of a burger com­bined with some­thing I could digest.  Brian C. wanted a photo of it for Julian (for Port­land Ham­burg­ers, I think?).  I did my best with the iPhone cam­era under low light and with a lot of post-processing in Aperture.

Deep-Fried Avo­cado

Kiwi Burger

Kiwi Burger

Oth­ers enjoyed the reg­u­lar burg­ers (which included “back fat?”) and fish sand­wiches.  I feel I have ful­filled my grease quota for the month.  That burger was messy and greasy.  It took sev­eral nap­kins to clean my hands and even then, cats wanted to lick my hands like crazy upon return­ing home.

Because it came up in con­ver­sa­tion, here is the pig heart I men­tioned I pre­pared last year.  You prob­a­bly do not want to click if you are squea­mish.  I think I picked up ox tail on the same trip to An Dong.

The best part­ing line ever was Brian C. telling me, “I’ll let you know about the pig blood.”  Fur­ther expla­na­tion would ruin it.

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