Week 49 - Muddy Rudder
Happy 4th of July! To be honest we did not intend to end up at the Muddy Rudder at all, but our first plan (Harmon’s) was closed so we figured we visit another Maine Staple.
Mogwai: If you do anything for 48 weeks, you learn a few tricks. The one we relearned today was the trick the cosmos like to play on hungry Burger Clubbers. You see, if we get excited about a place and they are closed when we show up, we will travel long distances to another place that we are excited about. That place will be closed, and then we will go someplace mediocre. It has happened enough times that I plan my life around it. So, yeah, attempt 3 brought us roughly 30 miles to the Muddy Rudder, which is actually about 15 miles away. We thought that this Maine institution would be worth adding to the blog, even though it’s not in Portland. I know that they’re not a burger restaurant, but I was pretty disappointed. I went for the Rudder Burger, which includes tempura onion rings, bleu cheese, and a mysterious garlic demi. I didn’t taste any of it. The cheese was in slice form, which is weird, and it was bland. Everything was bland. The meat actually wasn’t as bad as it looked, but, well, it looked bad.
How many hours would I work for this burger? I’m calling out sick. I hope you don’t catch me buying ice cream later…
Sarah Machine: Sarah had sicky belly, so she declined to comment. Way to push through though! That’s commitment.
Sean: Sitting peacefully by the water, lost in a silent moment of reflection, perhaps relishing the burger taste still fresh on his lips, perhaps parting the clouds to view secrets of the cosmos, our always majestic Sean, imparts a 2.5 to us.
Don: It had such promise. On paper it all looked great, but like so many things not fated for this world, so was this burger. Meat cooked alright, but it didn’t make up for the complete flavor wasteland I was presented with. This is the purgatory of burgers.