Metaphor of Americana

I have tasted defeat, in several similar ways, from this, I do not hide. I have dreamed, but to no prevail... Looking back on this journey, I am still to this day wondering, "what drove me to a burger with butter placed delicately on it?" Why does such an insignificant consumer item take my mind away from the everyday trials of middle class suburbia. I guess that is why I haven't blogged lately about this. That and the fact that Kentuckey has the opposite of a plethora of power outlets in which to charge my laptop.

But I can honestly say I don't regret taking on "The Butter Quest." I can actually say i grabbed the bull by the horns. Life can actually tell a well thought out story in an otherwise repetitive routine. Realizing that I was my own writer was the biggest discovery of my younger life. (I say this hoping I have an Older Life too.) My legs are still tired; my body hurts, but at the same time I feel that I have beaten my curve. No longer will I just wonder why. I know I have the power to answer "why" questions.

A Walk of Buttery Shame

Shame and embarassment are not the best words to describe how I felt when I realized that a butter burger is a common thing. But these words do a part in describing the hole I have dug myself into... walking all this way to Steak and Shake world headquarters. Since my starting day nearly two weeks ago, I have trekked some 130 miles in that direction. With nearly a third of my trip behind me, I have come across more than a few Culver's who also specialize in the elusive Buttery Burger.

This information has torn my world upside down. To think I was going to walk into Mr. Biglari's office, and grant him my kudos for thinking outside traditional standards of fast food. As I shovel down my borrowed continental breakfast, I wonder, "what does it all mean?" I mean which was first the Culver's Butter Burger, or the Steak and Shake Wisconson Buttery Burger? I'm so tired, and my clothes are beginning to smell... I know that someone out there will read this someday, and if my pain can open someone's eyes to the beauty of the shaded corners of America, then my job is done. For now I continue walking towards the state of Indiana.

A Taste of the Promised Land

A long, long time has passed since I lost direction. It happens to the best and strongest of people. What may alter our ambitions is a loss of meaning. But three days ago butter, and a little love, brought me right back to ground. I figured out my purpose was to get the answers for you. So, as I finish my complimentary coffee from this nice hotel brunch, I plan out the days trek.

I'm still not exactly making the best time to Indiana. Of all the places i've journeyed to this one happened to be least familiar to me. (Probably because I haven't ever been there before.) Hmm, That's kind of like a metaphor. The cheese of the double stack, of my loins, is melting for the love I have embraced because of this dubious buttery burger. A tear wells up in my eye as I think of what my life was like before this undertaking. My body is still weak, oh the pain. And my apathetic mentality can only take me so far if I don't take time to rest, and shave, and a shower would be nice. But I cannot stop my long interstate walk towards the land of milk and honey-butter called Indianapolis.
Wish me luck.

Walk of Destiny

With my nap sack in hand, I took what remaining money I had saved up and headed out the door with my mapquest directions to Indianapolis, IN; The Cross Roads of America. Steak and Shake Headquarters is located there on Pennsylvania Street. Being that I don't have a car, (but some how have a computer), I started walking the interstate. With only 480 miles left to go, after a long day of self reflection and a buttery questions coursing through my veins, I have set up tent out here near a hotel so that I can pick up a wireless signal...

It is cold. So I started a trash fire. I somehow feel like I might be jumping into this hunt for answers to irrationally. But it's hard to think of a world where a man cannot know all that there is to know about anything he wants to ascertain. Tomorrow I will definently need to find a ride or something. The trash fire is slowly dying, I know I should stir it, but hunger has taken it's toll on my body. So I will try to get some rest now, so I can be awake in time to catch breakfast with the hotel guests.

If you have a butter question please leave a comment below me.

The Start of My Buttery Quest

Few times in my life have I been floored by a reaction to a question. A simple yes or no was all I wanted. But the attendant at Steak and Shake refused to tell me whether or not the Wisconson Butter Burger was "in fact" their most butteriest burger on their menu. He sent me away empty handed but now after much time to myself and reflecting I know what I must do... For every man who every seeks the truth. I must find Steak and Shake world headquarters, schedule a meeting with their CEO, and ask him straight to his face, "Where do you administer this butter in your butter burger?"

HOW BUTTERY IS THE # 8, AT STEAK AND SHAKE!?!?!

I would not call myself the butter burger expert, but I have come across what could be the butteriest burger known to man. I found this to be news worth sharing. Now after one first finds out about this burger showing up at Steak and Shake the first question that comes to mind is; "exactly how much butter???" I asked a food technician a few questions about what this "Wisconsin Buttery Burger" was really all about. He left me hanging. After disregarding my questions he advised me to take on a buttery quest to find out, in the entire world; (or maybe the whole galaxy), where is the butteriest burger known to man? So to conclude, I hope to have more answers to your questions about butter burgers as time goes by.