Hmmm…that looks like a tentacle coming out of that burger!

When I get a food craving in my head, I can’t be stopped. I won’t be stopped until I satisfy it.

Take Howard’s, for instance. I drive by it on occasion, my mouth waters, but I’m usually on my way somewhere else and have no time to spare. No time for spiking cholesterol and fighting away the limping homeless.

I decided to throw homeless to the wind, and GET THAT DAMN BURGER!

If there wasn’t a giant menu on the wall, you would assume Howard’s had been abanonded….25 years ago. The counter where the guy takes and makes your order is so high up, you can only assume there’s a grill back there.

There could only be a sound effects machine and a giant rusty microwave into which the frozen beef frisbees are tossed.

Whatever. This burger is good. But I wasn’t about to eat it in the restaurant.

I ate it in my car, like a gentlemen.

I eat burgers like a Carl’s Jr. commercial. Dripping sauces, swallowing bites whole in a snake like fashion and “Don’t bother me, I’m eating.”

A quick run down on the actual burger for you die hards:

This is a big burger with a large thin patty, not greasy at all, pleny of avocado, light on the bacon. I really, really dug it.

I watched a homeless man pace back and forth in a bus stop, wondering when he was going to ask for a bite. Luckily my eating techniques revolted him amply.

While I was scarfing down my burger and increasingly fogging up the windows of my car, I spied a misspelled illuminated church sign across the street. “Trust on Jesus Christ”

Well, if burgers be the food of love, Trust on!

11127 Venice Blvd Ste 7
Los Angeles, CA 90034
(310) 838-9111