The Eight Dollar Cheeseburger

Does this thing look like it was worth eight bucks to you? That cheese looks like skin from the ankles of a 90-year-old. 

Surprisingly, the burger was tastier than this image implies as it was barbecued and had bacon on it (or perhaps that's the ravenous pregnant chick talking?) - but still.

Throw in a drink and fries and you're looking at a $15 meal - and the kind of culinary rape and price gouging only possible in captured-audience universes like amusement parks, the movies and snow resorts. Why is that legal?!

So bite me, Big Bear Mountain. It may be way back in April that I ate this travesty, but there's still a bad taste in my mouth.

Next time my nephew wants to sled, I'm packing PB&J.


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I am a writer and lazy artist who loves travel, architecture and design. Right now, I'm into photography. My fabulous husband (a.k.a. The Varmint) and I are also the principals of a San Diego-based creative agency - and new parents to the divine Baby Mak. Read More >