Garbage Plate

First, FYI I've been trying to get this post up since Monday. Work seems to be totally getting in the way of that. Work and the fact that I didn't sleep essentially all last weekend and I am an old woman who cannot handle things like that and have been a crazy zombie all week. :)

Last weekend in Rochester I was introduced to the wonder of something called the garbage plate. I use the term 'wonder' as loosely as possible. Basically, it's a plate about half covered with pasta salad (or mac salad, to use the lingo), and the other half is covered with french fries. On top of that they layer either two cheeseburger patties or two hot dogs (your choice) which they then smother with, if you so desire, onions, mustard and hot sauce. You can then add a side of bread just in case that's not quite enough for you and of course they provide as much ketchup and steak sauce as you could possibly want. It's hard for me to relate the disgustingness of this concoction in words, so I took a picture.

Right? Nasty. I would also just like to state for the record that this was not my meal. I ordered a grilled cheese and then was somehow forced to turn that into a plate (I blame the fact that I was sitting between two individuals who create what I like to call the Vortex of Bad Judgment) but I only ate the grilled cheese and then dumped the rest of the plate onto someone else's. At any rate, it was an interesting gastro-intestinal experience. Also, there was a rather large LINE of people waiting outside the restaurant to come in and get one of these a heart attacks on a plate. So gross.

And as previously stated I've been like a zombie all week so this is pretty much the best I can do. Happy Friday!