I'm all about eating for pleasure, but sometimes I also eat for sanity.
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Gallo Blanco Cafe rescued me from the depths of depression after a stressful day recently, and now I'm obsessed with the source of my salvation: The Pico Rico Burger.
I'm telling you, this thing erased my crappy mood as soon as I looked at it. What a glorious monstrosity! Cheddar cheese oozing everywhere! Caramelized onions, avocado, lettuce, aji aioli, and an enormous, fiery roasted green chile that put color back in my cheeks . . . it was all so delicious on a big juicy slab o' beef.
The mess was all over my hands and chin, and I didn't care one bit. I devoured those perfectly golden, crispy fries like there was no tomorrow. I was fearless. I was a little bit high on protein and a sudden burst of carbs.
I think I might be addicted.