How To Make ‘The Gas Station Burger’ – A Delicious Monstrosity With Flamin’ Hot Funyuns
Editor’s Note: Want to win over a person’s heart and show that you’re a responsible adult between mid-week Jack Daniels binges? Learn to your own damn food, damnit. LA-based food writer Josh Scherer just released a cookbook every Bro needs in their kitchen: It’s called The Culinary Bro-Down and filled with recipes for upping your food game.
>em>The Culinary Bro-Down Cookbook is full of irreverent essays and anecdotes, but running throughout is a deep sense of soul and self that strives to answer the question: Why can’t the deep-fried nonsense you eat with your bros at 2 a.m. have the same emotional gravitas as an intimate family dinner?
Oh and there’s bacon, too. Like, a lot of it.
Today, we’re showing you “The Gas Station Burger” — A delicious monstrosity filled with Flamin’ Hot Funyuns and cherry cola sauce. It’s one of many delicious recipes in The Culinary Bro-Down Cookbook. Josh will take it from here:
You guys fuck with that show Chopped? Man, I hope you’re reading this while that show’s still around because it’s the single best thing Food Network’s done since Sandra Lee’s Kwanzaa cake. (YouTube it right now. The clip is only 2:45; this recipe can wait.) Four completely unknown contestants, all jacked up on promise and producers telling them to be all jacked up, run into a studio kitchen and they all get a basket filled with four random ingredients—razor clams, spicy red cheese sticks (legally they can’t say Flamin’ Hot Cheetos), fermented yak penis, and baby kale, for instance—and they all do a cooking battle against each other and there’s an ominous clock and then they get more baskets and then the judges just fucking mercilessly shred them for undercooking their yak penis but then they find out one of the contestants’ mom died or something and then the sympathetic music plays and the judges are all like, “Awwwww.”
But the single best part is that when one episode ends and a champion is crowned, the next episode starts without you ever noticing. So you can just pass a whole day watching these strangers cook shit from a mystery box and then, without you noticing it, you end up alone in a gas station creating your own mystery box because TV and reality have become inseparable and you walk out with Flamin’ Hot Funyuns and cherry cola and I HAVE TO MAKE A BURGER AND MAINLINE FOOD NETWORK RIGHT THE FUCK NOW.