The ATL Battle of the Burgers 2011

Every year there is an epic battle. “ A battle?” You might ask yourself. We aren’t in medieval times… this isn’t Europe… and what could possibly be so epic about it? WELL, my friends, this is …

THE BATTLE OF THE BURGERZZZzZZZZzzZZZ

 (please note: zz’s were added for dramatic effect)

Sam brought this crazy/great/awesome/glorious idea to the table about 8 months ago.  I told him that yes, 100% I was in and wanted to attend. It looked delicious! So what IS the battle of the burgers you might ask? Every year, 20+ venders get together and bring their best / newest/ most creative burger concoction to  dook it out for “top dog”.  Winner gets bragging rights until next year’s battle.  All the proceeds go to charities in Atlanta, too!  So this year, whoever is incharge decided it would be a really super idea to have a battle of the burgers 5k before the actual battle. Since sam and I are currently training for the half marathon, we needed another race to get used pumped up so heck why not this one!? It seemed to be a good way to earn our burger eating rights. Eric (my BIL: brother in law) and I had a bet going (He hadn’t run since June and I have been up to my neck in running shoes and sports bras…literally!) to see who could win. (please also note that his in seem comes up to my rib cage….not joking… he’s a skinny giant) Welp, if he won I had to pay him $25 and if I won he had to pay me $45 since he was slightly at a physical advantage due to the long ass legs. When we signed up for the race there were advertisements to tell you that you could build your burger throughout the course and you had to try and finish it before you got to the finish line. This seemed pretty cool! I kind of wanted to try to do it. I was a little weary about running with a bun and a meat patty, but hey, why not? It could be cool, right? Well we got to the first burger building station around the .5 mile marker and it was pieces of laminated paper that look like buns. LAME. Forget that! Next…. As we were approaching the 3 mile marker, Eric was about 100 yards ahead of me. I could see him ahead of me the hole race. He kindly turned around, came back to me, and jogged next to me. We crossed the finish line together. 

He paid me $45 and I paid him $25. Hellz yea!  So…NOW it was timeeee… 

LET THE REAL BATTLE BEGIN!

This year there were about 25 venders that took part in the battle. When we walked in we were given  one ticket. This was our golden ticket to vote for our favorite burger after we tasted them all. Ok so I’m thinking we get to literally get a bite size piece on a tooth pic. Noooppeee wrong. Each restaurant was giving out either ¼ of a full size burger OR a very generous slider made to taste like their regular size burger.  Some were REALLY amazing. Some were less than good. Some had mac and cheese stuffed inside them (yep that's right) some had potato chips. Each one so different. Each one so tasty. Each one so filling.

So let you eyes feast on these babies:

Needless to say, after we all tried these bad boys, we literally could. Not. Move. Sam and I went home and proceeded to watch football and not move for the rest of the day: burger induced food coma.

And I’m ok with it