Viva Las Vegan-The Burger And The King

Meet Your Meat.Holy Cow! 

I ate a  hamburger with fries  at Cheeseburger in Las Vegas, living the life and cuisine of Elvis, but with no  added peanut butter.


Commentary on--- Hell is other people, and you usually meet them at the buffet line in Vegas.


Are you an American or an American’t?

Sacred cows don't make the best hamburgers,Check out my visit to Goa, India

Marlboro Man---is an American Beauty---
Look Closer. Cowboy French Fires! 

In the United States of Unconscious Eating, the food is terrible and the portions never enough. Yet we Star Strangled Bastards can’t get enough of what we don’t want, don’t need and don’t know. —S.A.D. the Standard American Diet, Uncle Sam’s unhappy default mode of eating the same stuff over and over again; and expecting a different result. That’s the in to our sane. Our state of enjoyable discomfort is a concept of citizenship framed around our diet.



As part of the best entertained and least informed people on the face of the planet, our national id has A.D.D., We are free to change spouses, jobs, careers, neighborhoods; but the menu? Never! This is your brain on French fries.




The map may not be the territory, the statue may not be the saint; but The menu is not only the meal, the menu has replaced the meal. We eat what we are---- American. It has become the most powerful symbol of who we are.

Meat and potatoes to a large extent is the glue that holds our country together. Our baseline “trance” of our everyday dining consists of this choice---riding the gravy train of Holy Beef USDA Prime, Choice or Select Beef: Take it or leave it. Or better yet, America, love it or leave it. Don’t eat the menu!

Counting calories is like a hooker who looks at her watch. Right? We drive to fast to worry about cholesterol, Maybe ? Yet, amid the silence of our cloistered cars and cubicles come the license of the brothel---- the Paradox of Choice, and more of it, has brought less satisfaction.We conform to a false sense of normalcy In fact, meat now kills more Americans than tobacco. It has become the loophole that allowed the whore to climb into our diet. Give me life liberty and the pursuit of pleasure! The sex of eating meat is something more but nothing less than that, pleasurable. Good meat = good sex. We have on demand, anytime, anywhere menus,

 The American diet, however is pornographic-cheap and nasty, processed and dead.Welcome to our shared hallucination of almost the right way to eat---This is our brain, wired and fired together, on French Fries: An American dream that is the American lie, but it is one of the most truly useful lies that inches we American dreamers closer to the truth----The true mystery of dining is the visible not the invisible. It is the naked truth.