Feb 16 2018
Cold Beer and Cheeseburgers
Tonight, the hubby and I went out to dinner. I was craving a burger. We had a gift card for a place called Cold Beer and Cheeseburgers. Off we went.
There, it was pretty easy to make low carb choices. You could order a buger without a bun, get a salad instead of chips as your side, drink water instead of beer.
I did not make those choices.
After all, when in Rome…
I had a steakhouse truffle burger with bacon and Gruyere cheese on a pretzel bun, potato chips on the side, a passion fruit beer, and table-side smores for dessert.
It was all amazing and delicious. Great quality ingredients, comfort food done well done and all that.
On the way put of the restaurant is when the carb overload hit. I honestly staggered back to the car in the parking lot. I feel like I’m seriously drunk.
Nope.
One beer.
It’s the damn carbs.
Well hell.
And there is still adulting to do at home, including putting a large chunk of my wardrobe back in the closet since we had the air conditioning system serviced today (the access to the attic is in the closet- major design flaw).
So I’m going to be slamming the water and praying for mercy tonight.
Lesson learned, carbs.
Lesson learned.