My Husband Wanted Me to Tell You About This Place
Subtitle: Stupidity in the Name of Freedom
These fries would fit in just fine at the Heart Attack Grill.
So, there’s been some buzz lately about this restaurant in Arizona called the Heart Attack Grill. It actually makes me uncomfortable talking about it, because I’d hate for someone to think that I’m endorsing the place. But, they can thank me anyway because there’s no such thing as bad publicity, right?
This restaurant has been established, from what I can tell, as a rebellion against the healthy food advice we’re always hearing about in the media. Not only do they serve huge cheeseburgers, hold the lettuce, but you can get that in quadruple size – the Quadruple Bypass Burger. Oh, yippee. They may hold back on the lettuce, but there’s no holding back on the gimmicks in the Heart Attack Grill. There’s no diet soda to be found in the place, but there are cheese fries and unfiltered cigarettes. The owner walks around pretending he’s a doctor to check your heart, and scantily clad waitresses dressed as nurses do their best to add to the heart attack excitement.
A little rebellion is fine in my book. I have no tolerance for a nanny state that tells us what we should eat and tries to impose taxes on soft drinks to control the public’s unhealthy behavior, forces restaurants to post nutrition information, and pushes them to cut salt. I think we’re all adults and can make our own choices.
But, please, don’t make this choice. Just because you can get a quadruple bypass burger doesn’t mean you should. Sorry Joe, I won’t be visiting that restaurant with you any time soon.
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If I were to eat a meal to give me a heart attack I’m not sure if I would choose a burger. I would probably choose a Waygu Kobe beef steak, a rather large one, maybe 96 ounces. I’d have it grilled medium rare. If I’m going have a heart attack it might as well be a big heart attack after a big meal I’d enjoy.
Isn’t the expression, “one man’s meat is another man’s poison?”