I Paid for a Colossal Burger, and I'm Gonna GET a Colossal Burger....

I get a kick out of the whole giant burger phenomenon. Someday I'd like to tackle one of the original burger challenges — the 2- or 3-pound class (which, in the realm of giant burgers, is now super-light-welterweight).

For the moment the best opportunity I've had is the "Colossal Burger" at Friendly's. I saw it on the menu the first time I went, but wasn't prepared to tackle it that time, even though the menu description ("2 juicy beef patties, 4 slices of American cheese, 2 strips of bacon, plus lettuce, tomato and mayo") doesn't sound all that daunting, really. One learns to discount the gushing descriptions on menus.

Yeah, well. For whatever reason the next time I had errands in the neighborhood, I skipped breakfast, and I was glad I did. It wasn't exactly huge, but it was a fair bit bigger than I expected. Big enough to make me feel silly for ordering it. I giggled the entire time.