The question came to mind after we received a note about the new--and very popular--Burguesa Burger holding a meeting to tempt franchisees.
As you may or may not know, Jeff Sinelli's stand serves something called the La Monumental, a sandwich bulging with two patties (each dripping with cheese), ham, avocado, refried beans, the usual burger stuff and a creamy sauce. But they have no real seating. You pick up, get back in your car and eat (or head back to the office while the thing cools down).
So the question: does this have real appeal?
Results from last week, in which we asked if the guy ordering a dirty Grey Goose martini was a poseur or a doofus:
The answer was pretty much "yes." In fact, a number of people did the ditto thing to our first response--from Bethany, who said "the answer, of course, is yes."
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As always, some of the more studious types began to break down the question into tone of voice, clothing, mood--whatever could help them discern doofus from poseur. Pickle-Tini2 set out the boundaries. "If he said it with a swagger: definitely poseur," Pickle pointed out. "If he said it somewhat sheepishly: doofus."
Eventially, however, even this brainy person had to concur with Bethany: "But then, considering most poseurs are also doofus'es; the answer is likely YES."
One sliver of support for the doofus/poseur came from Bob Dobbsson, who pointed out "since a premium vodka such as Grey Goose aspires to have as little flavor as possible maybe this guy just loves olive juice and fealt like something with a kick. Everclear is probably too harsh so go for the Grey Goose. That way other impurities don't get in the way of the aroma and taste of a really fine pickle juice?"
City of Ate readers. So willing to give everyone a chance. We could learn from them...if we hadn't given learning up after Miss Hoing's second grade home room hell hole.