I like hamburgers (just had a Nicky's Big Baby for lunch, and it was very spot-hitting).
I like vodka martinis (I'd have one right now if I could).
I've never had these two favorite things together and just looking at the picture, I understand why. The hamburger is a handful; you grip it, you eat it, you get blood on your chin. The vodka martini is, to my way of thinking, an epitome of refined boozing, the clear liquid with the minimalist olive garnish, the long stem, the frosty patina on the crystal.
One is a working man's lunch; the other a leisure class concoction.
They sound like they'd be great together, and just by having a lunch like this, I feel I'd be doing something to help pacify class warfare by getting both the proletarian sandwich and the capitalist cocktail to the table together.
David "I can over-intellectualize any damn thing, really, I can" Hammond
"Don't you ever underestimate the power of a female." Bootsy Collins