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Tuesday, September 19, 2017

A Tribute To The Fast Food Burgers of Summer 2017!

Bidding summer adieu the only way that makes sense: by reminiscing on all of the seasonal, limited-time-only hamburgers that have been making us fat since Memorial Day.


By: Jimbo X
JimboXAmerican@gmail.com
@JimboX

With Halloween rapidly approaching and the official cutoff date for autumn sneaking up on us (it's Sept. 22, if you were keen on the specifics), I reckon now is as dandy a time as ever to reminisce on the limited-time-only fast food hamburgers that made Summer 2017 one of the most memorable ever for people who don't care about dying ten years earlier than they should've. All in all it was a pretty solid season for special-edition burgers, with just about every major chain you can think of trotting out at least one major LTO offering. Really, this thing could've been 30 or 40 entries long if I honestly put the effort into it, but I reckon limiting the retrospective to just ten LTO burgers is good enough. So what do you say we cut the empty pleasantries and get right down to business, eh? Yeah - I didn't think your fat-ass would complain, no how.


McDonald's Signature Crafted Burgers!

This is as good a place as any to begin our whirlwind tour of seasonal fast food hamburgers, since the May launch of the trio above more or less marked the beginning of the LTO summer rush. The gimmick here was that Mickie's D was allowing you to custom build your burger from a select group of ingredients; i.e., you could pick a regular hamburger bun or a greasy ass artisanal roll, pack it with beef, fried chicken or grilled chicken, etc. The burgers came in three different dressings, which I've outlined from top to bottom; the pico-guacamole permutation, the sweet BBQ bacon iteration (which came with both grilled and fried onions) and the maple bacon Dijon variation, which was apparently the least popular of the trifecta since it got subbed out for the Signature Sriracha burger a few months after it dropped. All three were pretty good (if not overpriced) burgers, but really, they didn't offer anything wildly different from anything you've probably eaten before. Still, it was cool to see McDonald's at least try to bring a little diversity to their all-too-predictable menu lineup; maybe we'll get lucky and they'll finally resurrect the Arch Deluxe for Summer '18?


Hardee's Jalapeno Double Cheeseburger!

Hardee's (known as Carl's Jr.'s on the West Coast, for whatever stupid ass reason), is one of those chains that's ALWAYS releasing seasonal LTO Franken-burgers. Indeed, they usually trot out some kind of newfangled specialty sandwich every two weeks, and this here Jalapeno Double Cheeseburger is one of the better they've churned out over the last couple of years. The ingredients are pretty basic: you've got sliced pepper jack cheese, lettuce, tomato, two chunks of beef and a couple of chunks of diced, pickled peppers thrown in for good measure. But what really made this sumbitch pop was the proprietary Santa Fe Sauce, which was a really nice goulash of chipotle, barbecue and some kind of mayonnaise like substance I just can't put my finger on (so yeah, it was probably just plain old mayonnaise.) Few things in life irk me as much as fast food that touts itself as being spicy that don't live up to their own hype, but this one really impressed me for a change. That you can still get these suckers for $2.50 a pop in locations in the remote American southeast suggests the things were quite the regional sellers; I take it these little buggers are now going to be an annual offering, right, Hardee's/Carl's Jr.'s executive marketing department?


Steak 'n Shake's Bacon 'n Cheese Triple Xtreme!

I'm not entirely sure how many words I can say about the Bacon 'n Cheese Triple Xtreme burger, but I'll give it my best shot. Obviously, the Steak 'n Shake offering is a humongous, 900 calorie-plus abomination of a sandwich, complete with no less than three huge ass strips of bacon. I don't remember too much about the sandwich (basically, it tasted like any other steakburger you'd get at the eatery, only far heavier) but I DO remember it having a downright preposterous amount of sodium in it - like, an entire day's worth. But hey, we don't eat fast food burgers because we're trying to live forever - we're just doing it to enjoy today while we're still able to, ain't we?


Chick-Fil-A's Smokehouse BBQ Bacon Sandwich!

Chick-Fil-A is a chain that doesn't fuck around with its core menu that much, so this early summer addendum to the line-up was a pretty big deal. As you can see with your own peepers, it was a grilled chicken breast topped with two strips of bacon, marble cheese and a hearty dollop of sugary (but not too sugary) BBQ sauce. I'm not sure which brand it was, but I assure you it was pretty doggone good - I mean, not as solid as the shit good old J.R. hawks, but good nonetheless. Anyhoo, I thought it was a very, very good little sammich, and since it only packed about 500 or so calories, it was also one of the healthier (I guess less unhealthy is a more fitting term) LTO burgers circulatin' around the fast-food-o-sphere. And apparently it's a pretty big hit with the bible-readin', first-wife-havin', homosexual-marriage-denyin' C-F-A base - I mean, here we are in September, and in my neck of the woods the thing is still being advertised all over the place.


Arby's Triple Thick Brown Sugar Bacon BLT!

So, uh, does a product still technically count as a burger even if it doesn't actually have a burger inside it? I'm hedging my bets and saying this Arby's LTO qualifies, despite its flagrant lack of a patty of any kind. As the picture above indicates, it's basically just a huge honking sandwich filled with lettuce, mayo, tomato and - the obvious selling point - three downright humongous pieces of artery-clogging, cholesterol-raising, deep fried sugar-encrusted bacon supplying it with its protein quotient. Alike Burger King, Arby's is a franchise that's always trotting out LTO stuff, a strategy akin to Sega's in the mid 1990s when they kept releasing consoles nobody in their right mind would've purchased out of the desperate, childlike hope that at least one of their wacky ideas would've stuck. And with that clumsy analogy in mind, the absolute best thing I can say about the Triple Thick Brown Sugar Bacon BLT is that it, indeed, tasted way better than anything that came out on the 32X.


Wendy's Bacon Queso Burger!

Really, Wendy's should've called this the "fuck your pants burger," because there's scientifically no way to consume it without getting at least four ounces of chili all over your blue jeans. Despite being billed as a "queso" burger, the bulk of the LTO sandwich comes in the form of a weird-tasting red sauce, which isn't quite cheese or chili - just this iffy, disharmonious batter runoff comprised of the two. Throw in a couple more bizarre toppings choices - ick, red onion and unmelted cheddar cheese! - and you have a strong candidate for the season's least special special edition burger. Unless by "special" you underhandedly mean "retarded," and in that case, this thing is unquestionably the specialist thing I've ate all summer, and that's coming from a motherfucker who just ate a two pound ice cream sorbet shaped like a watermelon


Freddy's Hatch Green Chile Double Steakburger!

As one of those "off-brands" that can't decide whether or not it's slightly upmarket fast food a'la Steak 'N Shake or a genuine, faux-prestige burger joint a'la Red Robin, it's pretty easy to forget Freddy's Frozen Custards and Steakburgers exists sometimes. And that's a shame, because some of the stuff the restaurant trots out, like this LTO Hatch Green Chile Double Steakburger, is actually pretty good. As the name implies, this is one spicy motherfucker, with a ton of grilled onions and diced jalapenos doused atop the patty, thus ensuring a most painful shat the next time your assbone meets toilet lid. But thankfully, this mustard soaked seasonal delight is so yummy going down that you won't even mind the fact it turns your asshole into a flamethrower 12 hours later. If they're still selling these suckers around your parts, do yourself a favor and give these things a try - but for fuck's sake, make sure you've got some 2-ply T.P. waiting for you at home.



Sonic's Ultimate Dunked Garlic Parmesan Chicken Sandwich!

Well, you can't say Sonic didn't at least partially deliver what they promised here. This sandwich came with what is EASILY the biggest chicken patty I've ever eaten in my life. We're talking a slab of deep-fried poultry easily the same circumference as a saucer plate, or maybe even a really small Frisbee. While the patty wasn't as flavorful as the usual Chick-Fil-A patty, it was definitely a step up from what you'd get at McDonald's or Burger King, for sure. As for the Garlic Parmesan part (they also sold buffalo sauce and bourbon barbecue doused iterations of the same sammich), they basically just dumped a fuck-ton of Italian dressing all over the lettuce then grated some Parmesan cheese and said "eh, good enough." The brioche bun was oilier than a motherfucker, and it was nigh impossible to take a bite without at least four or five splotches of garlic juice getting all over the place. Still, it was a damned filling and unexpectedly flavorful little LTO burger; now I'd LOVE to see what the chain can do with their own Chicken Parmesan sandwich.


Arby's Bourbon BBQ Triple Stack!

Yeah, I know we already took a look at one of Arby's seasonal offerings, but this thing was already on my camera roll and really, why waste such primo footage? Again, we can argue until the cows come home as to whether this quad-meated sandwich technically meets the criteria for a burger, but the way I see it, as long as it's dead something wedged in-between two sesame seeded buns and there's cheese all over it, by golly, it ought to count as a burger. Even now I'm not entirely sure what all was in that thing, but I think it was brisket, slivers of steak, mulched up turkey and brown sugar bacon. Oh, and there were some fried onion bits and cheddar cheese in there, too, and - of course - the whole damn thing was drenched in a savory, sugary bourbon-flavored barbecue sauce. And perhaps the most amazing thing about the item? Despite basically being an entire barnyard dumped in between two buns, it only registered 760 calories. Oh, and 2,470 milligrams of salt, which is only about 1,000 more than the FDA says is safe for daily human consumption.


Hardee's Charbroiled Hawaiian Chicken Sandwich!

And we conclude with the only LTO burger of summer 2017 it would make any sense to conclude with - Hardee's Charbroiled Hawaiian Chicken Sandwich, which is clearly the most idiosyncratically summery of any of the burgers we've taken a gander at in this article. This sandwich could only be released during summer, when the temps are north of 80 degrees at 7 in the morning and just walking around feels like a synthwave song. We're talking charbroiled chicken breast, we're talking a goddamn chunk of grilled pineapple on top of that and fuckin' half a bottle of teriyaki sauce dumped on top of that. Any other time of the year such a product would be deemed too ludicrous for consideration, but when it's boiling hot outside and sweat is dripping off your balls and the only sport that's on TV is baseball, all of a sudden spending millions to market and mass-produce a chicken-pineapple-and-teriyaki-sauce burger makes all the sense in the world. For better or for worse, this was the unofficial burger of summer 2017, with every bite tasting like Charlottesville, Mayweather vs. McGregor and the solar eclipse while "Stay" loops endlessly in the background. And in a way, that disjointed jumble of ingredients is an almost perfect metaphor for the season that was. We began with James Comey getting shitcanned and ended with Houston getting turned into Atlantis, and in the middle? We had the Hardee's Charbroiled Hawaiian Chicken Sandwich, which I'll always remember eating in slow-motion while Coldplay and the Chainsmokers' "Something Just Like This" blaring in the ocean breeze. Not only do I have no problems labeling this sandwich the official LTO burger of summer 2017, I have half a mind to go on ahead and declare it the official physical embodiment of summer 2017 itself. Like a long lost lover, we'll never forget you, Hardee's Charbroiled Hawaiian Chicken Sandwich - and all I can say is "thanks for the memories, but fuck you in the ass for ruining my only GOOD pair of khaki Dockers, you teriyaki-drippin' cocksucker."

Tuesday, January 17, 2017

Let's Play Walmart Bingo (Printable Scorecard Included!)

Don't forget to bring along your copy the next time you get a hankerin' for Dr. Thunder at 3 in the morning!


By: Jimbo X

Walmart - whether you want to admit it or not and regardless if such is a positive or a negative - has long been the heart and soul of every exurban and rural-but-not-that-rural community in America. Lest we forget, Walmart is the No.1 private employer in America for a reason - and not just because they produce one of the world's top-rated red wines, neither.

It's not too hard to locate one of the 5,000 plus stores in operation in the U.S. Odds are, you've got one within a 10 minute drive of your home (you know, pending you don't live way out in the boonies of New Mexico or North Dakota or something.) It's just about the most ubiquitous construct of post-World War II modernity you'll find anywhere in America, the perfect example of how new wave corporate mercantilism and the need for cheaply produced goods connects the sweatshops of China and Vietnam to the dilapidated trailers and substandard section 8 housing of the good old U.S. of A. In that, Walmart doesn't just exemplify the contemporary globalist consumer state, it pretty much embodies it in brick, mortar and blue polyester employee vests

But Walmart, as a physical state, is more than just a temple of shoddily produced wares and nutritionally-deficient foodstuffs. Verily, Walmart has become the new "town square," the very epicenter of non-urban/non-suburban American culture. And as such, Walmart tends to draw a very particular type of consumer and - to a certain extent - appears to engender very particular displays of in-store behavior, no matter what region of the country you may live in.

Ever the astute sociocultural commentators, we decided to turn that unmistakable Walmart mystique into something of an observational hobby - think of it like bird watching, only with way more meth mouth. Remember playing Bingo on road trips when you were a kid? Well, the same principle applies to the official Internet Is In America Walmart Bingo game - you use your peepers to explore your surroundings, and if you happen to spot five things listed on the printable scorecard below in a row - horizontally, vertically or diagonally - you win! It's good, clean, wholesome fun for the whole family ... you know, pending your parole officer will let you leave the house on the weekend.


THE OFFICIAL WALMART BINGO SCORECARD!
(remember kids: always ask your parents for permission before using scissors)

For those of you who need the "targets" explained a little more in-depth, well, here you go:

  • ICP logo on anything - shirts, tattoos, hats ... they are all fair game, just as long as it has the unmistakable Insane Clown Posse iconography emblazoned upon it.
  • Mullet (male or female) - the second most passe haircut anyone could have. If it's male, it's called "the Joe Dirt" and if it's female, the technical nomenclature is "the Melissa Etheridge."
  • Hate group tattoo - not up to snuff on the latest and greatest white supremacist insignia? Don't worry - the ADL has all your bases covered for you.
  • Jheri Curl (male or female) - and the absolute most passe haircut anyone could have. If it's male, it's called "the Lionel Richie" and if it's female, it's called "the bitch Lionel Richie."
  • Child abuse (non-felony) - basically, anytime an adult whoops the living shit out of their kids for misbehavin' in public. Includes backhands, but anything with more force than that is generally reserved for the felony-level spot.
  • Racist t-shirt - none of this implied racism bullshit, we're talking apparel with fucking Klansmen, swastikas and the n-word unashamedly plastered on it. In more urban Walmarts, anything with Nation of Islam, New Black Panther or Nuwaubian Nation of Moors iconography will suffice.
  • Crying child - if you don't see this within your first five minutes in the store, I'm afraid you accidentally wandered into a Costco instead.
  • Person vaping indoors - because nothing says "I'm a rebel" quite like getting flavored fog all over the merchandise.
  • Pool of piss on floor (bathroom doesn't count) - concerned that a puddle of yellow stuff next to the Nabisco crackers endcap might be spilled Mountain Dew? Trust me, you will know whether or not it's the real deal as soon as you get into sniffing distance.
  • An expired item still on sale - the more likely you are to get salmonella from it, the better.
  • Man with no arm - yeah, it's pretty hard to miss this one.
  • Fist fight (interracial) - when whitey and the black man (or whitey and the Hispanic man, or the black man and the Hispanic man) get to scrapping in public, for some inscrutable reason. 
  • Free space - go ahead, mark yourself an "x" on the page already! Don't you feel like a winner already?
  • Fist fight (intraracial) - white on white, black on black, Hispanic on Hispanic, Asian on Asian, Middle Eastern on Middle Eastern or Indian subcontinent on Indian subcontinent interpersonal violence is all acceptable. I'm still not 100 percent sure Eskimos and Native Americans should be considered the same ethnoracial category, so if you ever see an Iroquois coming to blows with an Inuit next to the Gobstoppers bin, just use your best judgement. 
  • Woman with no leg - about as difficult to judge as the man with no arm from above.
  • Any Madea DVD - trust me, there are going to be tons of these fuckers all over the place - hell, you might even find one or two in the produce section.
  • Ugly people making out - because sometimes, all that value makes the facially challenged want to play tongue lacrosse in front of God and everybody.
  • Person over 300 pounds - shit, I'd be surprised if you don't check this one off before you even pick up a shopping basket.
  • Visible ankle monitor - you'd think most people would try to hide these things during public outings, but buddy, you thought wrong.
  • Shopper open carrying - sure, some of you may scoff at those people who bring loaded handguns into Wally World, but the moment ISIS invades the cereal aisle, you'll be glad they're packin' heat.
  • Child abuse (felony) - the kind of stuff that not only gets DFCS called on you, but insures you'll be on a registry of some kind for the remainder of your days.
  • High school classmate (shopper) - and holy hell, have they gotten FAT
  • Adult less than 100 pounds - should midgets count on this one? I'm still not entirely sure.
  • High school classmate (employee) - they look more or less the same as they did at graduation, only with way more "I don't want to live anymore" palpable in their stare.
  • Employee with obvious developmental disorder - Feel free to brush up on the latest DSM-V findings - armchair diagnosing the mental deficits of Walmart workers is almost as much fun as pretending your stuck in the mall from Dawn of the Dead and all the other shoppers are brain-eating zombies (and let's be honest - a lot of times, it certainly smells like it is.)
So go on ahead, folks, feel free to print out a couple of scorecards for your nearest and dearest friends, too. Shit, why run around trying to catch make-believe Japanese gremlins on your smartphone when you can walk into a brick and mortar Walmart and hunt for the wildest of prey in flesh and blood?

And as someone who has spent plenty of time in Walmarts throughout the American South, I can safely say there's just one thing more surprising than how many of the things listed above you'll witness - on any given day - at the local Wally-World ... and that's how fast it'll take you to check them off. Hit a store up during a good sales period and there's a pretty good chance you can mark off every single square on the map - and of course, the first person to send my photographic evidence of a Walmart Bingo clean sweep will win a SPECIAL PRIZE culled straight from the coffers of The Internet Is In America.

So what are you waiting for? Fire up the printer, grab yourself a well-oiled inkpen and get to searchin', why don't you? And if anyone gives you any lip about loitering, just tell 'em what I'd tell them ... your just doing a little observational science for the betterment of American society.


Friday, December 16, 2016

LIVE Round-By-Round Coverage of UFC on Fox: VanZant vs. Waterson!

Finally ... a UFC main event you actually PRAY devolves into a make-out session.


By: Jimbo X
JimboXAmerican@gmail.com
@Jimbo___X

Yeah, I know we don't usually cover the free Fox shows here at The Internet Is In America, but this card is something a little different - it's, you know, actually good and worth tuning into.

The 22nd UFC on Fox (yes, we have gotten up to nearly two dozen shows thus far) is pretty much the epitome of an engineered for network broadcast show. None of the fights are necessarily championship fray relevant, but it does feature a nice assortment of up-and-coming fighters who, while probably not future title holders, nonetheless tend to put on entertaining as hell fights with spectacular ass finishes. Really, this feels more like an old school StrikeForce card, where all of that hubbub about legitimate contenders gets thrown out the window and everything is booked from the get-go to produce the most explosive results possible. And for that, I tip my hat to the UFC brass - ya'll ought to be doing more shit like this  way more often

Since there are only four fights on the scheduled prime time TV card, it really doesn't make much sense to run 'em all down in the preamble. Just rest assured that everything planned tonight is pretty much biologically designed to result in at least four people getting punched, kicked or powerslammed into unconsciousness, and by golly, that's precisely the kind of entertainment we want to be viewing this close to Christmas. So clear off the futon, warm you up a frozen pizza and find that clicker, folks - this ought to be one hell of a broadcast.

So have this page bookmarked and raring to go as soon as the live action begins at 8 p.m.on Saturday, Dec. 17. We'll be updating our coverage in-between every round, so do us a favor and keep pounding that refresh button. And hey! Why don't you do us and yourself a favor and let your MMA buddies know about our service?

Jon Anik, Daniel Cormier and Dominick Cruz are calling the action from the raven's nest.

Mike Goldberg and Brian Stann are downstairs at the new Sacramento Kings' arena. And hey, how's about a video promo pimping our first bout of the evening that's probably going to be three or four times longer than the fight itself?


Welterweight Bout
Alan Jouban (14-4-0-0) vs. Mike Perry (9-0-0-0)

Jouban has been in the UFC since 2014. He's gone 5-2 since then and was last seen decisioning the fuck out of Belal Muhammad back in July. Mike Perry is a relative UFC newcomer, but he's already made a huge splash his inaugural year, having knocked out Hyun Gyu Lim at UFC 202 and flatling Danny Roberts at UFC 204. Can "Platinum" make it three victories in the Octagon in a row over the course of just four months? Howzabout we go cageside and see what happens, why don't we?

Perry with some high kicks early. Jouban rocks him with a head kick and he rattles off a couple of heavy shots, but Perry rebounds. Nasty leg kick from Jouban. Perry whiffs on a punch. Jouban with more leg kicks. Perry chasing Jouban down. Perry with a head kick. Jouban counters with a leg kick. Another high kick from Jouban. Now they are clinching against the cage. Jouban looking for a takedown. He has Perry in a waistlock. And he secures the takedown. Both men back to their feet. Perry snakes his way out of a choke. Jouban with a hard knee and an even harder right hand. More Jouban leg kicks. Perry with a head kick. Perry with another hard jab. Jouban with a solid body kick. He whiffs on a spinning elbow and Perry slugs him good. Perry with some good uppercuts. Jouban with a leg kick to end the round. I've got it 10-9 for Jouban.

Round two. Body kick from Jouban. Perry with a hard left. More Jouban leg kicks. Perry trying to close the distance. He whiffs on a head kick. Another Jouban leg kick. Jouban with a very good combo. He shoots for a takedown. Perry escapes. And another Jouban leg kick. He misses a hard jab by a mile. Jouban ducks a Perry kick. Perry with a kick to the midsection. Jouban rattles off a few punches. Perry with a knee to the stomach. Another body kick for Jouban. More Jouban leg kicks. Perry lands a one-two combo. Jouban drops Perry with a big shot. He head kicks Perry, but he appears to have recovered. 20-18 for Jouban in my book.

Round three. Perry with some shitty looking leg kicks. Perry with a good right. Jouban with a solid jab and another kick to the midsection. Perry catches an attempted head kick. Perry with a hard shot, but Jouban blocks it. Perry whiffs on a would-be home run shot. They exchange leg kicks. Jouban whiffs on a spinning kick and a spinning elbow in succession. Two minutes left. Jouban rattles Perry with a fantastic combination. Another hard leg kick from Jouban. Brutal kick to the midsection by Jouban. Minute to go. Jouban looks for a single leg takedown. And one more kick to the midsection, just because. And Jouban closes it out with this funky looking cartwheel kick that has no shot of landing, ever, at any point in history. Regardless, I scored it 30-27 easy for Jouban.

One 29-28 and two 30-27s to give Jouban the unanimous decision victory. And hey, Nick Diaz is in the house!


Time for a Paige VanZant promo. For better or for worse, you know what to expect here.


...and here's a career retrospective on Urijah Faber, with this being his final fight and all.

Bantamweight Bout
Urijah Faber (33-10-0-0) vs. Brad Pickett (26-12-0-0)

Yeah, this is also kinda' a historical show, too, since this is purportedly Urijah's final fight ever. The 37-year-old WEC legend (who, really, did more to put featherweight fighting on the MMA map than anybody) got beat bad in his last two outings against Jimmie Rivera and Dominick Cruz, but this matchup against Brad Pickett - who has just one win in his last five fights - seems to bode very, very well for "The California Kid." But hey - the storybook ending don't always come to fruition, you know - just ask our good buddy Dan Henderson.

Huge ovation as "California Love" starts blaring over the speakers. Loud "Faber" chant as the action begins. Faber looking for some head kicks while Pickett tries to tear him down with leg kicks. Faber with a hard right hand. Pickett keeps looking for leg kicks. Faber grabs Pickett's leg and shoot for a takedown. Now we're sprawling on the ground.  FABER DROPS PICKETT! Now he's looking for the rear naked choke. He's elbowing the fuck out of him. Faber with a million billion shots from side control. Faber going for the choke again. Faber in the full mount. Now he has Pickett's back. Faber rattles off some pillow shots as the round expires. 10-9 for Faber, easy.

Round two. Faber has outstruck Pickett 48 shots to three. Pickett looking for leg kicks. Pickett's face is redder than the Kool-Aid Man's bunghole. Pickett goes for an uppercut and misses by a lot. Pickett goes for a jumping knee but Faber catches it and takes him down again. Faber in the full guard. Faber looking for a choke, but he can't get it. We're standing again. Picket with a decent one-two combo. Faber catches the leg again and feed Pickett a fistburger. He tosses Pickett to the ground and he's looking for a guillotine. Pickett escapes and we're standing again. Pickett with an all right left hook. Faber gets one more takedown before the bell sounds. 20-18 for Faber and it's not even debatable.

Round three. Faber with a crappy head kick to begin. Faber with a sweet leg sweep and he's in Pickett's guard again. Faber raining elbows now. Pickett back up. Faber with a leg kick. Faber with yet another takedown. Faber in side control. Faber looking for that guillotine choke. Faber with an elbow shot on the ground. Pickett's bleeding. More elbows from Faber. Both men standing again. Pickett drops Faber with a solid shot, but Faber shoots right back up. Minute to go. Pickett with leg kicks. Faber looking for one more takedown. Knees to the midsection. Thirty seconds. Faber wraps up Pickett with a waistlock, scoots around on the mat and this one is all over. Has to be 30-27 across the board for Faber.

Of course, it's 30-27 for Faber. He said he just got his P.h.D. and he's looking forward to whatever P.h.D. people do. "California Love" plays one more time and he exits the Octagon ... forever.

Anik interviews Dominick Cruz and Cody Garbrandt about their upcoming title bout at UFC 207, which is just 13 days away. "Your legs got no wheels," Garbrandt says, "I'm a savage in there." Cruz responds: "What happened to your concussion, bro?" and "you just got out of high school and now you think you're tough."

So yeah, this is why white people shouldn't be allowed to play the dozens on live television ... especially for five straight minutes.

Welterweight Bout
Sage Northcutt (8-1-0-0) vs. Mickey Gall (3-0-0-0)

Honestly, I'm more pumped for this fight than I am Rousey vs. Nunes. Like it or not, the UFC upper brass is going to be pushing these dudes HARD over the next few years whether we like it or not, and thankfully, they both have very, very entertaining fighting styles. Northcutt - who is basically the lovechild of Tim Tebow and Guy Fieri - does all sorts of karate high kicks and shit while Gall prefers to punch people hard, take them down, and then punch them so many times in a row they forget they used to be professional wrestlers. Call it a hunch, but I reckon this probably won't be the only time we see these two square off in the Octagon...

Northcutt with less hair gel than usual. Gall looking for a takedown and he gets it. Now Sage is looking for a choke. Gall somewhere between the full mount and side control. Gall looking for a guillotine. Gall with a DEEP choke in, but Northcutt escapes. He's making Sage eat a ton of elbows. Nasty hammerfist from Sage. Northcutt basically turtling up. Now both men are standing. Gall catches a kick and takes Sage down. Gall with a million billion punches as the round expires. 10-9 for Gall.

Round two. Northcutt with a hard left. Gall goes down, but he pops right back up. Sage with another nasty left hook, Now Gall's bleeding. Gall drops Northcutt with a hard shot and now he's looking for a rear naked choke. AND NORTHCUTT TAPS.

The official time is 1:40 of round two. Gall pimps a BJJ school in N.J. He says he wants to drop down to 155. He challenges Dan Hardy in his comeback fight. The crowd boos, because fuck N.J., that's why.

And here's another UFC 207 promo, pimping the shit out of Ronda Rousey's return.

And now, here's an interview segment with Skip "literally cancer" Bayless. Well, fuck this.

Now the analysts are making their picks for the main event."Each of these fighters display a rare combination of beauty and aggression," Goldberg states. And that's our cue for yet another hype video...

Women's Strawweight Bout
Paige VanZant (7-2-0-0) vs. Michelle Waterson (13-4-0-0)

Let's just call it what it is - the first UFC fight ever that also doubles as extremely guilty spankin' fodder. Sure, there are some decent enough looking gals in the women's divisions, but nine times out of ten, both fighters usually look like veteran WNBA players, and that's ... well, that's exactly what it is. But here? We've got a 115-pound femme fatale that's pretty enough for Dancing with the Stars who looks JUST like that one cheerleader you always wanted to bone in high school and in the other corner? This fine ass Asian whose nickname is literally "The Karate Hottie." Call me a chauvinist piece of shit if you want, but good lord, are we all praying for an unfortunate "wardrobe malfunction" in tandem with a tape delay snafu in this one...

Waterson doesn't get much of an ovation but VanZant gets a pretty loud pop. Waterson with some sidekicks early. Brief punch exchange. Waterson with a midsection kick and a quick jab. VanZant looking for a Superwoman punch. Clinch against the cage. Sweet headlock takedown from Waterson. Now she's looking for a choke. It's tight and she has a bodylock in. PVZ hanging in there, though. And as as soon as I type that, the ref waves off the fight.

The time is 3:21 of round one. Wow, Waterson sure does like talking about her daughter a lot. "I'm not dreaming, I'm wide awake," she says before making out with her husband in the Octagon. 

Up next, we've got ... well, a good 40 minutes of TV time to squander. Yeah guys, do you mind if I check out early on this one? I mean, life is just WAY too short to sit through Jon Anik commentary. Well ... unless the next half hour of TV is just going to be Cody Garbrandt and Dominick Cruz jawing off to one another. That's better than actually watching the fights, in most instances.

Thursday, December 3, 2015

The New Taco Bell Boss Wraps ... REVIEWED!

Are you man enough to chow down on two of the biggest honkin' burritos ever mass-manufactured by a fast food company? NO YOU ARE NOT. Maybe.


By: Jimbo X
JimboXAmerican@gmail.com
@Jimbo__X

LIKE A BOSS. I don't even know what that means, nor do I even know where the phrase originates from, to be honest. Sure, I could hit up the Urban Dictionary, but you know what? After putting down two of the largest Taco Bell products released in recent memory, I don't feel like doing shit. Except not moving and letting the cheese coagulate in my arteries. 

Indeed, it's been quite some time since I last did a review of Taco Bell produce. Is it just me, or does the Bell seem to be cutting back on the sheer volume of novelty foodstuffs being churned out? That, and it seems like they are pushing these experimental items for a longer duration of time - I swear, they were hawking those damn "Daredevil" Loaded Grillers that look and taste nearly identical for at least three months. 

Which brings us to the newfangled Boss Wraps. I suppose the best way to describe them would be like crunch wraps, except WAY bigger and with way more stuff jammed inside 'em. As in, a whole dadgum hard shell tortilla, just hanging out inside the flour tortilla exterior shell like some sort of Tex-Mex stowaway. 



As you can see from the above photo, these things are big and bulky. With the naked eye, you can pick up all of the chunky bulges of steak and if you have a really keen eye for fast food Mexican, you might even be able to spot the subterranean sour cream pool on the right-hand wrap.

These being grilled steak offerings, of course, they are a bit pricier than the average Taco Bell selection. The two permutations of Boss Wrap cost five smackers plus taxes, but considering their overall girth - and the high quotient of interior stuffings - that's a fairly reasonable price. And as a man who can eat a LOT of Taco Bell, let me be the first to tell you - two of these sumbitches in one sitting are MORE than enough to fill you up.

As for your options, you've got two paths to choose from. On one end, you've got the Fully Loaded Boss Wrap, which is one of the few Taco Bell items to include a guacamole as a primary ingredient. The other is the Steak and Potato Boss Wrap, which contains ... well, if you can't figure this one out, I'd reckon that's an automatic drug test. 



Let's begin with the Fully Loaded variation, shall we? As the name suggests, it has quite a bit of material wedged inside it, including:
  • Guac (as stated before, a real rarity for the franchise)
  • Sour cream
  • Three cheese Mexican blend
  • Diced tomatoes (they say it's pico, but it's not really pico)
  • Lettuce (I think it's an Iceberg double blend) 
  • A nice chipotle sauce (which doesn't really show up in the photo)
  • Steak (a shocker, I know)
  • A motherfucking hard shell tortilla (sorry, I have a hard time getting over that)

It actually took me way longer than it should have to figure out the "proper" way to eat this thing. You see, you don't nibble on it longways like a crunch wrap, you have to literally roll this bastard up like a newspaper and chew on it as if you were eating a XXL burrito. Considering the size of this beast, that's not exactly the most intuitive feeling in the world; and yes, you know shit starts flowing out of it as soon as you take the first bite. That said, it was nonetheless a yummy product, with the three sauces - guac, sour cream and proprietary chipotle - all coalescing into a remarkable confluence of flavors (chuacour cream, I nicknamed it.) As for the rest of the mix? The steak is adequately juicy and chewy, but it's most certainly not the high-quality fajita beef you'd get at a "real" Mexican eatery. The cheeses kind of tasted different (but not really) and - pardon the redundancy - fuck having that hard shell tortilla in there for no reason


And here's the Fully Loaded Boss Wrap's running mate, the Steak and Potato Boss Wrap. Gustatorily, this one actually tastes quite a bit different from its cohort, and for good reason: it, uh, has different stuff in it, I guess. As far as the ingredients go, here is a quick rundown:
  • Sour cream
  • Three cheese Mexican blend
  • Little tater tot thingies
  • Pieces of bacon (which are probably just pieces of Bacon Bits they keep in the back)
  • Steak 
  • A fuckin' great ranch chipotle sauce I could probably drink as a standalone beverage (more on that later)
  • Once again, an utterly needless hard shell tortilla

Now this one, I really liked. Granted, it is a bit of a pell-mell assortment of ingredients, and yes, at first sight, it looks more like the contents of a slop bucket poured inside a tortilla than something you would actually want to eat, but believe it or not, all of it somehow comes together as a particularly zesty fast food offering. There is a nice mouth-feel to the product, with the crispy tots, crunchy pork bits and chewy steak pieces providing a nice confluence of tastes and textures. Here, the hard shell tortilla actually makes some degree of sense, and it completes the other materials quite well. However, the thing really putting this variation over the top has to be the stellar chipotle ranch sauce, which is arguably the best semi-liquid additive Taco Bell has ever produced - yes, even better than the much-ballyhooed Volcano Sauce. All in all, this is just a top-notch, super-filling offering - although, in my humblest o' opinions, the thing would have been even better with shredded chicken instead of shredded steak. Oh well - guess we will just have to wait for the inevitable redux in six months' time, no?


So there you have it, folks. The Boss Wraps are pretty solid, if not a tad overpriced, menu additions to the venerated Taco Bell line-up, that while hardly creative, are at least fairly tasty and filling. If you can only afford one, I'd definitely vouch for the Steak and Potato mix, if only for that superb ranch dressing filling (no hard feelings against the guacamole loaded one, but the hard shell tortilla just ain't gelling there at all.) It's not the best Taco Bell product to come along this year, but it is certainly above-grade; let's just hope its "success" doesn't goad the Bell into hiking up prices for future limited-time-only offerings ... or wedging more hard shell tortillas inside things that don't need them whatsoever.

Monday, October 19, 2015

The Burger King Halloween Whopper!

It's one of the most remarkable seasonal items to come along in quite some time ... and also, it appears to turn your turds teal. 


By: Jimbo X
JimboXAmerican@gmail.com
@Jimbo__X

In 2014, Burger King unveiled not just one but two limited-time-only "black Whoppers" in Japan -- both of which featured bamboo charcoal-darkened cheese and a heaping helping of squid ink

Even in a world where one can walk into a store and buy Oreos-flavored Oreos, that idea might just be a bit too weird for Obama's America. Nonetheless, the core concept -- a big, midnight-hued hamburger -- was something that certainly appealed to today's fast-food-loving masses. After all, this is a country that gobbled up a hot dog and potato chip-stuffed sammich by the truckload over the summer ... a chemically dyed bun is relatively mundane in comparison. 



Eschewing the squid ink, the Americanized "black Whopper" is instead imbued with A1 steak sauce, which is not only "baked" into the buns, but also generously splashed all over your meats, cheeses and veggies wedged in between them.

Burger King is no doubt promoting the shit (and more on that, literally, a bit later) heavily. They've even modified their time-honored paper-crowns to feature a more foreboding, Day of the Dead-like design. Granted, the thing does look more than a little out of place next to the overpriced glass-case cookies and Chicken Fries cut-outs, but then again, it is Halloween -- normalcy is not expected, nor necessarily wanted

As a dude with an unabashed admiration of both the All Hallow's Eve season and mass-marketed, terribly unhealthy food stuffs (with a minor in consumer marketing psychology), of course I wanted to give the newfangled "Ha1loween Whopper" a try. (You see what they did there? By changing the "al" following the H in "Halloween" to the name of product co-sponsor "A1," Burger King actually promotes a portmanteau, if you will, of the steak sauce provider and ties it back into the seasonal theme via a thematically appropriate pun. So yeah, some dude who went to Harvard probably got paid $800,000 to dream that one up.) Alas, beyond the flashy, in-house digital screen advertisements and all of the neat cardboard accouterments, did the product itself actually live up to all of the highfalutin hype? 

(And yes, the fully assembled crown doth indeed look, as the kids today say it, tubular and quite bitchin'.)



In terms of sheer aesthetics, this thing is a five-star, 10-out-of-10, walk-off-grand slam. It's not just that Burger King is selling a limited-time-only variation of their marquee product in a seasonally-fitting onyx casing, it's also the way in which the product is presented, too. If the bones-themed Burger King crowns weren't enough to get you in the autumnal mood, the fucking wrapper would, for sure...


Holy shit, you literally have to unwrap a mummy to eat it. It's such an incredibly small -- and frankly, a functionally unnecessary detail -- but it just adds so much to the overall experience. All in all, this wrapper might just be my favorite thing about the product as a whole -- I totally didn't expect to peer into my paper bag and find a freaking Universal Monster peeping back at me, and for that, I applaud Burger King to no end.

But, what about the burger itself? Well, let's take a closer look at the product, why don't we? 



For those wondering, yes, this thing is very much a traditional Whopper, which tastes indistinguishable from the daily menu item that is devoured en masse throughout America. Strangely, the A1 mix-in doesn't really alter the taste of the burger all that much. In fact, it took about three or four big bites before I even noticed that it had a particularly steak saucy texture and taste to it. 


It's really hard to tell from the photographs, but really, the bun itself isn't 100 percent black. In fact, it's actually more of a dark brown M&M color, but it's kind of hard to mass-market "the all-new dark auburn Whopper," I take it. Taste-wise, it does seem to feel a little soggier and softer than your standard sesame seed bun, but at the same time, I didn't really detect a particularly strong A1 vibe, either. 


No matter your take on the culinary desirability of such a product, there is no denying that it takes some time to adjust to it. Perhaps owing to generations and generations of white patriarchy-fueled racism, we've kind of been conditioned to not find black foodstuffs attractive. Sure, you can say that's out of indisputable molecular biology and the fact that most rotten and fungal-infected foods turn black, but I know systematic prejudice when I see it, smell it and taste it. (Also, in the above photo, the more I stare at it, the more it resembles one of the titular creatures from Alien puking up a Big Mac. I honestly have no idea if that's points off, or points for.) 



And, of course, you're interior meal is the expected jumble of iceberg lettuce, thinly sliced tomatoes, non-fried onion rings, mayonnaise and char-grilled beef, topped off by a dainty dollop of A1 paste. So yeah, if you like the basic Whopper -- and just as long as you don't have a severe aversion to steak sauce -- you will probably enjoy this one quite a bit. Also, do you think that the steak sauce theme is perhaps an oblique homage to blood-soaked slasher favorites like Friday the 13th and Halloween? Eh ... probably not. 

Which brings us to that which cannot be ignored regarding the Halloween Whopper: namely, the fact that it turns your feces a nice bluish-green hue after digesting them (Warning: this shit ... literally ... is NSFW.) 

Fundamentally, this is nothing new with food coloring-tinted items (lest we forget the famed Boo Berry Spatters, which are pretty much a seasonal hallmark up there with It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown around my parts.) Alas, it appears that not that many Americans are not as familiar with such a phenomenon ... and perhaps it is a brilliant marketing move on Burger King's part to expand the product's penetration in the national (sub?)conscious. [An interesting side note: apparently, the burger's squid ink counterpart in Japan didn't result in the same external consequences.]

Considering the deluge of extra media attention that little "feature" has afforded BK, methinks it's not an altogether unplanned part of the P.R. putsch ... you just know somebody had to have noticed something in the test market runs (pun, oh my god, so intended)and figured it would make for some incredible after-market word of mouth advertising. 

"Come try the all-new, limited-edition Halloween Whopper, kiddos," I imagine one of the tongue-in-cheek early slogans beginning, "it's just as much fun coming out as it is going in!


BONUS HAPPY GOOD TIME FUN EXTRA ADDITIONAL MATERIAL!

The Burger King Pumpkin Spice Oreos Milkshake!



You really can't have a special, seasonal, limited-edition food product without also having a corresponding seasonal, limited-edition beverage to accompany it. I think it is in the Bill of Rights somewhere, between that part about not having to let British soldiers sleep in your house and black people only counting as 66.7 percent people in the electorate. 


Which brings us to BK's Pumpkin Spice Oreos Milkshake, which is ... well, pretty much exactly what it sounds like

Now, from the nomenclature, you may be tempted to regard this is a special dairy-dessert comprised of bits of the proprietary, seasonal Pumpkin Spice Oreos. Alas, if you though that, you would be wrong as a mother fucker, as this product is actually a standard vanilla milkshake, loaded with ample bits of crumbled up sandwich cookie, and tinted orange with an unusual pumpkin spice-like fluid.

I know this is going to sound like the most backhanded compliment ever, but this thing tastes just like a delicious pumpkin spice-scented candle. Go ahead, walk into a Pier One or a Yankee Candle, get a whiff of one of their autumnal-themed wax decorations, and slurp on this bad boy, and just tell me they aren't one and the same, chemically. While the general idea of sucking down a milkshake that kind of tastes like a puree of incense and air freshener may sound like a thumbs down review, it's actually far from it: somehow, someway, Burger King has mass produced one of the yummiest, tastiest foodstuffs ever that doesn't actually taste like it should be edible whatsoever.



It's a controversial perspective, to be sure, but I reckon I liked this here milkshake variation ... which, depending on the lighting, looks almost indistinguishable from the gaseous surface of Jupiter ... is an even better seasonal tie-in product than the Halloween Whopper. Sure, the minstrel-show burger is cool and all, but its really nothing more than the same old same old, just dyed a different color. This, on the other hand, tastes unlike any fast food beverage I have ever slaked upon. As mystifying and bewildering as the Halloween Whopper may be, this is the enigmatic, and strangely unheralded, L.T.O. food item that Burger King ought to be marketing the hell out of in the run-up to Oct. 31. 

Give it a try if you haven't, fellow fast food connoisseurs ... this thing is destined to become a cult favorite in a few years time.