Umami Burger

Let’s get two things out of the way up front. One, I know it’s be awhile. Two, I know this topic is a bit obvious. But hey, there is a reason why people talk, right?

Umami burger just started its second week up north in San Francisco after making a juicy name for itself in L.A.. I had heard the rumors and was intrigued, but held firm that Roam, the burger joint sent from heaven that lived across the street from Umami Burger, was my one true love. My short affair with Umami Burger was just so I would be able to hold a conversation with the fellow Union Street-goers. Yet, after waiting 30 minutes to get seated and then smelling meat, butter and cheese with a hint of tater-tots, I knew this was more than an affair. I was cheating on Roam.

The Cali Burger, which included roasted tomatoes, house made American cheese, butter lettuce, caramelized onions and Russian dressing was essentially to die for. So much so that it may, in fact, kill me. While the meat really was melt in your mouth good, the bun, a mix of egg bread, Challah and the butter soaked loaves that you get at Fuddruckers, made the burger one of the best I have ever had.

It was over the burgers, the beer batter onion rings and the secret cheesy tots that my dinner-mates discussed every detail of our meal and the words , “we should write a food blog” came out of my mouth. I then realized, oh wait, I do have one. A poor neglected one. So while I love Roam, and will continue to be a regular, it will always be the Umami Burger that brought me to bed and forced me to write about food.

 

--Written while sprawled on top of my bed, too full to move

Food in Bed?

I am just realizing how misleading the title of this blog is, being that I HATE food in my bed.   A crumb in my bed is my absolute worst nightmare. I am not OCD, or even particularly clean, but when it comes to my bed, I am about as anal as my 85 year old Jewish grandmother. I shower every night before I go to sleep, simply because I don’t want to dirty up my pristine haven. As much as I love having friends over, I fear the inevitable moment when I see even the corner of their shoe graze my white quilt as they climb up to sit on my bed.  These obsessive tendencies all stem from one thing: the absolute loveliness of my bed.  

I decided to write this blog after I kept getting asked what my passions were in life (apparently you are supposed to have passions after you graduate college). I could never come up with anything other than my bed and eating. As pathetic as that sounds, I thought “Well, maybe I know something about beds and eating that I could share with people that they would actually care about”.  I may not be able to make the most beautiful bed, but I sure know what pillow-top mattress to buy at Kohls and that a Queen is a world away from a double.  And I may not be able to cook an amazing four course meal, but I sure do know how to find them.

--Written while lying smack-dab in the center of my bed