After posting pictures of a gigantic burger and a super cookie concoction, I think it’s important to show a picture of this:
Medieval Torture Devices
This place is called a “gym”. The objects therein are machines and contraptions designed to exercise a human body, yielding benefits to said body such as increased attractiveness to potential mates, longevity and various states of well-being. Also, you get to OCCASIONALLY nom on an outrageous burger or chocolate thing.
And so that means as far as eating such heroic food all the time goes: do not try this at home. That’s a disclaimer, to absolve Chez Alaska of any culpability if the dial on your scale starts to spin so fast it makes your feet hot. Chez Alaska councils moderation in all things, and doesn’t want to pay for liposuctions. We aren’t Fortune 500, but our lawyers can “bring it“.
Maybe if I had personally been trained more in the healthier, boring side of the culinary landscape, I would be offering recipe suggestions involving tofu, wheat germ and library paste. But unfortunately I was born under punches, line-cooking in restaurants where the working principle was ‘get people addicted to your food’ or perish. So please forgive when I stop to direct your attention (frequently) to some outlandish creations!
Here’s a picture of an interesting place:
The Anti-Gym
This is Jerry’s Donuts and Burgers, a cafe in Anchorage on Airport Intl. I used to drive by this place every day on my way to work. I heard good things about the burgers and the donuts, but I’m sure all the EMT drivers know the route by heart. I could never work up the courage to go in!
- Derrick Snyder