Teach your children well (about Romanburgers)

I introduced 8-Year Old Daughter to one of Cleveland’s finer culinary offerings. This…


…is a Romanburger. As of this writing, you cannot buy one in either New York or New Jersey. You have to go to Cleveland and get them at Mr. Hero.

You take two cheeseburgers made from beef of questionable quality, lay them side-by-side in a soft Italian roll on a bed of lettuce, tomatoes and onions, gently sprinkle on some of Mr. Hero’s Italian “oil’n spice,” slather it with their “special recipe” mayo and then (here comes the game-changer) you lay on some grilled Genoa Salami and Italian Luncheon loaf.

That’s right. It’s a cheeseburger with grilled lunch meat. Pure genius. You want to lick the screen, don’t you? It’s trademarked, so don’t get any ideas.

Mrs. Wife said, “That looks gross.” 8-Year Old Daughter approves. I rest my case.

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Random observation: Drivers in Cleveland signal their lane changes about 80% of the time. A big gold star for you guys!

12 thoughts on “Teach your children well (about Romanburgers)

  1. UB: How can you live with yourself, knowingly polluting your own daughter with that…that…thing?I side with Mrs. Wife on this on as well. That looks just disgusting.Rather than lick the screen, I fear I may have thrown up a little bit on it….

  2. Rob: I try to expose The Daughters to all forms of art–both high and low. They can accept or reject as they see fit. Map: I ate quite a few of these while under the influence when I was a young sapling. I’m happy to report that I can now enjoy them without imbibing.Jo: Your problem is that you have standards. You need to learn how to lower them a bit 😉

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