It's funny how people are quick to spread their fear tactics about how the "Cravings" will make my life miserable. "Wait till the cravings start" they say. I've heard several horror stories ranging from how tired men had to hopelessly search for thai food in the middle of the night to how the smell of certain foods made the expecting mother so nauseous that the food had to be banned from the house. Well not all things in Cravingsville are bad.
I'm a huge connoisseur of the hamburger. Lina, not so much. Actually, not at all. She would always find any alternative to the hamburger whenever we go out to eat. Her thing is pizza, white pizza at that. That's not even pizza! It's a glorified cheesy bread, but I digress. Well my friends, thanks to pregnancy, the Cheese-Burglar has nothing on my wife. Suddenly she wants to pick my brain on all the NYC burger hot spots. I can't tell you how ecstatic I am. Finally I can feed my epicureanistic burger fascination without the guilt of forcing it on Lina. TAKE THAT FEAR INFLICTERS!
If anyone has a favorite burger spot, please let us know in the comments. Lina's cravings are counting on you.
If anyone has a favorite burger spot, please let us know in the comments. Lina's cravings are counting on you.
Epicurean |ˌepikyəˈrēən; ˌepiˈkyoŏrēən| - a person devoted to sensual enjoyment, esp. that derived from fine food and drink.
BTW, "Epicureanistic" is not a word, but it should be. All 7 syllables of it!

