We had no idea what a momentous day this truly was. We figured it's the usual, right: wake up, eggs, too much coffee, crying jag around 9 o'clock due to anxiety caused by the herd of caffeine bulls running through our defenses, deep pondering of old Dangermouse videos, watch a few basketball highlights and consider what life would be like if we'd been born 6'10 (poor Mom!)...
...when suddenly we get this email in our inbox:
I do blogger/online outreach for Outback Steakhouse and wanted to give you the chance to visit the restaurant and join the 20th birthday celebration of the Bloomin Onion. Would you be interested in a gift card to use with friends and family? Use the gift card to take advantage of the full bar and watch a game in a great sports environment with good food.
Please let me know if youre interested.
That third Chinese symbol means "HEARTBLEEDSPLOSION" That's the best translation, really
HOLY HELL WOULD I? It's the twentieth anniversary of the Blooming Onion, people! Those of you not immobilized by your own fatness or currently not trapped under toppled obese people, get off your asses and dance, for it is feast day. At no point in American history have we ever had a more ingenious or charismatic combination of batter, onions, and salt--and that's counting Charles Barkley and Charles Durning, who like many fat men are in fact just large puddles of those three ingredients lit into life with the application of high voltage by mad scientists in rural laboratories.
Not only did Outback have the audacity to take a 27 cent onion, slice it in an innovative flower shape, coat it in no more than two cents of batter, salt, and pepper--oh, and their secret blend of yuMmy Spices and inGredients!-- and baptize it in the sweet roiling fury of a deep-fryer, friends. No, Outback goes a step further and charges you over twenty times what they paid for it in the first place and serves it with mayonnaise, motherfucker.
Oh, and bitch about the ingredients all you like, hater. You just don't want to see me shining. From the grease. On my beard. The numbers aren't bad, man. In fact, health nazi, what other dish can you name that in addition to being deliciously tasty, can feed a good-sized adult male for a day?
Total Fat: 134 grams
Carbohydrates: 241 grams
Protein: 35 grams
Not only do you get your fat for a week, but you calories for the day and Gigantor amount of protein simultaneously. Fuck just eating one: down the whole thing and another, and you'll be eating protein like a Pumping Iron-era Arnold in his prime. Plus you'll have so much fat running through your system, a car will become unnecessary, as you will skate along on your own stream of yellow excreta leaking from your ass. Whoa, did someone say new cardio sensation? We did: ONION SKATING. Eat two of these a day, and we're out there running laps on concrete wearing socks and patented Outback Outdoor turbo chaps, the official sport of dedicated Double Onioners like me, man.
So happy birthday, Blooming Onion. Even though you were born in Tampa, you're truly Australian: bold, zesty, and if you eat the whole thing, you'll probably die, just as you would from eating most things in Australia. Bonzer, mates! That's Australian for diet-induced incontinence.