peanut butter burger

My friend, Kat, and I decided to have dinner together last night. For reasons I can't explain we ended up at a place called the Corvette Diner, which is a loud 50's themed restaurant, with rude help, and neon covering the walls. We both realized early that we would never be coming back there again, so when i saw some diner food I'd never heard of before I decided to seize my one chance to get it. There was a burger called the "Rory" Bacon burger with peanut butter. An adventerous eater like myself couldn't resist. Besides, i have a good friend named Rory who I used to ride bikes with in Taiwan. Rory was man enough to bike-trek his bicycle from Hong Kong to Tibet (seriously) so I figured I could at least manage eating a pb burger with the name Rory. I hoped Rory would approve of my daring even though he's a vegetarian. It was odd having a burger that stuck to the roof of your mouth. I wouldn't call it delicious, but I wouldn't say horrible, either. At least not until i was driving home and felt a stomachache.