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| Presenting the Jawbreaker! |
We arrived at the Archer's Nook a little past six in the evening. Before we could proceed to the dinning area, we were greeted by a long queue that we initially thought was for some job interview or something. It turned out these folks were also there for the burgers.
I never liked waiting and persuaded my better half to try Army Navy or Yellow Cab instead but she wouldn't listen. We approached the female crew member-cum-maitre d' and gave out our first names.
People were arriving but very few were leaving the now popular joint. I was getting very impatient, really. Five, ten, fifteen minutes, how long should we wait? A little over the twenty minute mark, our names were finally called. Now, we'll know what the fuzz is all about.
Zark's it turned out is never about aesthetics as the inside's almost bereft of any decorations. There's a flat screen showing an NBA game and some pictures and that was it. I couldn't care less because we didn't go there for the decors anyway.
Luckily, we found a corner table as I disliked those in the middle. A young gentleman handed us the menu. I browsed through it but we've already made up our minds. It's gonna be the "Jawbreaker" for dinner!
After ten minutes, give or take a few, it arrived. Three generous burger patties with lettuce, tomatoes, melted cheese, bacon and two slices of Spam on top. I dismantled the layer and feasted on the two burger patties first and then sliced the rest in four parts.
I've had my share of large meals in my life but this one's really something else. I was sweating profusely while eating. A combination of the taste and the not so cool surroundings. After finally slaying the beast, it felt like I won't be having another bite of burger in another month or so.
Don't get me wrong, it was good but what made the craving go away was the sudden attack of dizziness the moment we stepped out of Zark's. Was it the heat? No. I knew it but was still in a state of denial. Plain and simple, I had too much. An old man with stage one hypertension should've known better.
We had a minor detour on the way home and stopped at the nearest drug store to buy Catapres tablets. I put in underneath my tongue to dissolve and help lower my blood pressure.
This would be the first and last time for us to binge on the greasy beast a.k.a. the "Jawbreaker." A second serving specially for me might lead to hospital confinement and the result of which is gonna be one hell of a bank breaker!
