We turned up on Sunday night to the tiny place. The walls were covered in cute pink-and-white-striped wallpaper and there was a glass counter taking up the whole left side of the shop that was filled with the most delicious-looking desserts. We walked up to the cute girl behind the register.
'Hi, what can I do for you?' She said in a typical Californian accent.
'We'd like to take up your burger challenge,' said Mitchell.
'Oh sure! Now, we need to make a booking so that we can get the ingredients. When would you like to do it?'
We hadn't expected that, so it took some deliberation. We decided to come back at 6:45 the next day. My commitments at the radio station would finish at 6, Mitchell would pick me up and we'd rush over. We'd do the challenge and then rush back to town so I could attend my open mic stand-up night.
'Great!' said the girl. 'Now would you like the 4-patty or the 7-patty burger?'
This was a much more difficult question. They have two levels of burger to try - one for beginners and one for champions. Mitchell had no trouble deciding. He was content just having the four patties. I'm a lot more proud. I'm a different kind of person. It feels like a disappointment if I go for the 4-patty when the 7-patty is right there, taunting me. It's less of a story to go with the 4-patty as well. But what's more important, getting a good story or finishing the meal?
'We've only had one person ever finish the 7-patty,' said the counter-girl. 'The rest have puked or made a horrible mess.'
Well, I guess I didn't want to make a cute girl clean up my bodily fluids. Not this early, anyway. I agreed to do the 4-patty.
When we turned up the next day, the girl was still there. She greeted us the moment we got through the door, almost as if she was expecting us. We'd decided we'd do it one at a time, so we could film each other. I drew the short straw to go first. Here's how it went down.
Next, it was Mitchell's turn. Mitchell's motivation was a bit different. While I only cared about downing the whole meal, Mitchell was more focused on just beating me. Take a guess on whether or not he beats me and tell me if you were right in the comments below ;)
Part of me wants to do that again. I would have started with the fries and left the buns until very last - it was all that mustard and tomato sauce on the bun that made me feel sick and held me back for two whole minutes. At least it didn't end up with any cute girls needing to clean up after me.