Didn’t finished writing this one at the time it was relevant so this is a few days late.
Have to say I feel pretty gross right now. Just came back from eating a burger from Kopp’s (not Copps as I had previously written). I was definitely expecting my body to react poorly but didn’t think I’d have that bad of a feeling until maybe a washroom trip… My stomach feels like there’s a balloon of air within it just sitting on top of everything I just ate. Kopp’s was definitely was an American experience. You walk in, and all the employees are wearing bowties and paper hats like it was the 1950s. The counter was super industrial — long, stainless-steel, and I thought it really dramatized that whole factory-style burger-pumping culture of the fast-food industry. The sheer number of people coming in and burgers coming out was pretty amazing to see. I ordered a cheeseburger, the works. It was $5 burger and it took me an $11 Uber ride to get there, one way. I wouldn’t say that the burger was worth it, but the experience definitely was. I can’t say I’ve seen a burger joint of its kind before. Something about the whole place just felt distinctly American. The burger itself was pretty standard except the patty’s grilled on a shit-ton of butter. As soon as I got my order, the grease was already soaking through the paper bag that it was put in. Like the girl I am, I stood at my standing table, eating my burger with plastic fork and knife. I barely ate the bun. I’m sure people were judging. Whatever. The burger was pretty tasty but it was like my body knew something was wrong after a few bites. Other than that, it was a pretty normal burger. The only other subtle differences were that the burger was wider and the patty was thinner (more surface area of the patty on the tongue?). I wouldn’t go out of my way to eat it again; I would much prefer a beefchuck burger cooked rare or something.
Finished off with dessert there, of course. Kopp’s is know for their custard which is essentially ice-cream but there are some eggs mixed in there. It’s not enough to add any sort of eggy-flavour but it definitely makes it denser and subtly grainy. The flavour I got was cherry amaretto cheesecake. I made the mistake of ordering it in a waffle cone because it ended up being huge… but marvellous nonetheless. Plenty of cheesecake chunks… I couldn’t help myself and I finished the damned thing. Was supposed to head out for some wine for my last night there but not feeling so good, I just headed back, just in case, you know?
Jeez, I’m such an experience junkie. I’ll put myself in physical or mental discomfort just to try something new or novel even. Satisfy the craving, then die.