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Noah’s Ark 2 – Onion Infinite Showdown

Red Robin presents: The Onion Infinite!

Standing a staggering 7 inches tall, the Onion Infinite will satisfy your deepest craving for melted cheese slathered in mayonnaise. So big it has to be served on a stick, the Onion Infinite combines teryaki beef, fried onions, spicy mayonnaise, and eight slices of cheese into a sandwich that tells your heart to go fuck itself. It’s man food time.

The Onion Infinite was created by Sole.Sushi. All blame should go to him.

Ingredients:
Onion bun
Onion straws
Cheddar double
Pepper jack double
Sauteed onions
Angry onions
Banzai beef patty
Banzai beef patty
Chipotle mayonnaise
Campfire mayonnaise
Ancho mayonnaise
Another of this burger

The Onion Infinite is a recursive hamburger, meaning that it contains a copy of itself as an ingredient, which contains a copy of itself as an ingredient, and so on to infinity. We decided to only eat two, but maybe one day the technology will exist for a truly infinite hamburger. It will be served with a glass of Coke in a Klein bottle.

Ancho mayo and angry onions weren’t available, so we substituted in red onions and a fried egg in honor of Smash Mouth.

Last year I ate a hamburger called the Noah’s Ark, a goon invention consisting of two of every animal. Two beef patties, two chicken patties, two fish patties, two veggie patties, and two helpings of bacon. It was documented in this Comedy Goldmine, and in this video of me trying and failing to eat it. The video got passed around the internet, and was seen by a man named Big Josh, who took on the challenge and actually finished the whole thing. I got in contact with him on Twitter, and me and him have been shit-talking each other for it over the last year and a half. We’ve been talking about doing a hamburger showdown, and we decided it was finally time after raddits posted this thread.

Last Saturday I drove several hours across the province to meet Josh, so we could settle our spat the way only two responsible grown men approaching 30 can: making complete asses of ourselves in front of a restaurant full of gawking onlookers. Now, I’d been training for this all week, including eating the Onion Infinite Jr, and beating the Smash Mouth 24 egg challenge. I was feeling pretty confident that I could eat the burger the fastest, or at least eat the most before giving up. Then I met my opponent.

Guess which one I am.

I knew right away that I was completely fucked. I’m 5’8 and 130 pounds. Josh is 6’8 and over 300 pounds. If I had known this beforehand, I probably wouldn’t have driven three hours with a car full of friends to watch me be utterly humiliated, and then filmed and put on the internet so random strangers can tell me what a colossal faggot I am. But I was already there, so we went to Red Robin.




Will do!

The waitress had a little bit of difficulty trying to understand just what the hell I was trying to order, or why I needed two of them. Then Josh ordered two, and we started to attract an audience. Staff, patrons, even entire families started coming over to see what the fuss was about.

I ordered and entire pitcher of water to wash down the burger. My strategy was the same as the one I’d been practising all week: small bites, swallow with water, repeat until finished or opponent gives up.

Then the burgers were delivered.

Now I’m doubly fucked. Put together, the Onion Infinite stands a whopping seven inches tall.


Josh tried to get his to a proper size by squishing it down, while I put mine on a skewer and started vainly gnawing at the edges.


My water strategy immediately went out the window after I took one bite and realized cheese doesn’t break down in water. I had to just plow through the whole thing and hope my opponent gave up, or died, or something.

The burger itself was actually pretty good. I would order an Onion Infinite if it was maybe a quarter of the size of the real one. All the strange flavors balanced each other out nicely into a strangely sweet, but spicy hamburger. At least, until you made your way towards the ultra-dense onion-packed centre.

The middle of the Onion Infinite is so onion-y that we started sweating down our backs, giving our quickly growing audience the horrific sight of two grown men eating hamburgers larger than their heads, shirts drenched in sweat, faces smeared in various sauces and mayonnaise flavors, belching and and trying not to barf, while another group of grown men giggled and filmed and took pictures.

We were both in agreement at this point that it was actually a good thing our wives weren’t there to support us.

A man walked by at this point and muttered “Jesus Christ” and shook his head in disapproval, and people started to walk away in disgust. I had to take off my glasses because they were so smeared in various Onion Infinite juices that I couldn’t see out of them.

I was feeling pretty good when I figured I was about a third of the way through the burger. I was still making good pace, and still had some room in my belly for a little more Onion Infinite. Then I looked over at Josh and saw that he was finishing his last bite. He ate the entire thing in less than ten minutes. He swallowed the Onion Infinite like a goddamned anaconda.


Josh got a round of applause from everyone watching, which now included a significant portion of the kitchen staff. Complete strangers mocked me to my face, and then as a final insult, the waitress brought us each the bill for one Onion Infinite.

I humbly bow the the amazing eating skills of Big Josh. He’s beaten me twice, once in front of the internet, and once face-to-face in front of both friends and strangers. In fact, here’s a video of Josh destroying me in the Onion Infinite challenge.

The Onion Infinite is available at Red Robin restaurants for only $37.25

Turn Your Brain Off Mensa Canada AG 2011

I recently spoke about bad movies at the Mensa Canada Annual Gathering 2011.  The title of my talk was Turn Your Brain Off, and you can watch the whole thing here:

Afterwards, I took part in the Mr. Mensa contest, part of which involved stripping into swim trunks and jumping in a hot tub.  My wife made me a replica 1920′s bathing suit for the event:

I came in second place, probably because my costume was just slightly too sexy.

Noah’s Ark – The Worst Hamburger in the World

Burger King has an application on their website that lets you make your own custom hamburger.  It got posted to the Something Awful Forums, where we had our typical bit of fun with it.  Then we got wondering whether or not Burger King would actually make some of the monstrosities were coming up with.  I volunteered to find out, and this is the result.

I’m at a total loss of words to describe the experience of eating the Noah’s Ark. It tastes like rubber, smells like a slaughterhouse, and contains enough grease to run your car.

No one at the Burger King I went to knew if they were even allowed to make the damn thing, but it was eventually given the okay by a very confused manager. It came wrapped in six Whopper wrappers and I had to carry it out in a family-size take-out bag. I don’t know if I’ll ever get the smell out it of my car.

I was able to fit the thing in my mouth by squeezing the hell out of it, which caused the ketchup and mayo to mix with the grease and form a constant stream of orange goo to leak out the bottom. The first thing that hit me was the grease. Then the taste kicked in, and it honestly felt like I had a mouthful of rubber bands and melted plastic. The different consistencies of the meat made them all mix together into beef and chicken chunks in a fish and veggie gravy. My body rejected it on the first bite, but I managed to eat nearly a quarter of it before I started getting the dry heaves and had to put it down.

The Noah’s Ark costs $16.89 and is available at Burger King’s everywhere.










Movie Making 101

Cook like a man!

Oh shit, you were supposed to cook dinner tonight, weren’t you? It’s 5:30, your wife is home at 6, and she’s gonna be seriously pissed if you try to take her to Wendy’s again. She’s catching on that you’re incompetent in the kitchen, you’d better come up with something quick!

 

 So, what are you going to cook tonight? Quick, try to remember what you have in your freezer! It’s no use, all you ever take out of there are frozen pizzas and Popsicles. Screw it, you’ve probably got some chicken in there, and you remember seeing a box of spaghetti next to those canned raviolis you always eat at 2am when you come home drunk and the all the pizza delivery places are closed. Punch “chicken pasta” into Google and see what happens. Bingo! Alright, let’s see what we’ve got:

 

 Angel Chicken Pasta

 

 Ingredients

6 skinless, boneless chicken breast halves

1/4 cup butter

1 (.7 ounce) package dry Italian-style salad dressing mix

1/2 cup white wine

1 (10.75 ounce) can condensed golden mushroom soup

4 ounces cream cheese with chives

1 pound angel hair pasta

 

Directions

1.Preheat oven to 325 degrees F (165 degrees C).

2.In a large saucepan, melt butter over low heat. Stir in the package of dressing mix. Blend in wine and golden mushroom soup. Mix in cream cheese, and stir until smooth. Heat through, but do not boil. Arrange chicken breasts in a single layer in a 9×13 inch baking dish. Pour sauce over.

3.Bake for 60 minutes in the preheated oven. Twenty minutes before the chicken is done, bring a large pot of lightly salted water to a rolling boil. Cook pasta until al dente, about 5 minutes. Drain. Serve chicken and sauce over pasta.

 

Well, that doesn’t sound too hard! And there’s booze in it! Go root around in your freezer for some chicken. No, put the drumsticks back, those probably won’t work. Wait, those kind of look like chicken breasts, what does the label say? Pork chops? Man, that’s a lot of freezer burn! Someone should throw those out! Put them back in the freezer and dig a little deeper. Ah, chicken breasts, there you go! You only have four of them, but fuck it, she probably won’t be that hungry.

 

 Now you need to preheat your oven. Don’t panic, you’ve seen her do this hundreds of times. Try that button right there. Shit, now it’s on “broil”. No, I don’t know what that means either, but you’re not supposed to ever use it. No, I don’t know why they put it on there either. Maybe it’s one of those self-cleaning ovens and “broil” means “clean”. Try that button over there. Bake, that’s it! What does that digital display read? 225? Is that Fahrenheit or Celsius? Go with Fahrenheit, if you’re wrong then your dinner will be done that much quicker. It’s a no-lose situation! Crank up the temperature. Man, you’re pretty good at this!

 

 Alright, while we’re waiting for the oven to get hot, we’ve got to find a way to thaw that chicken. Try running it under hot water. Damn, that’s not going to work. Pop it into the microwave for a few minutes and see what happens. Well, it looks thawed, try poking it with your finger. Is it spongy? Is that good? The middle feels a little frozen still, pop it in for another five minutes. Much better!

 

 Okay, she’s going to be home in ten minutes, you’d better have all that stuff in the oven when she walks through the door. We all know what happened last time. What was step 2 again?

 

In a large saucepan, melt butter over low heat. Stir in the package of dressing mix. Blend in wine and golden mushroom soup. Mix in cream cheese, and stir until smooth. Heat through, but do not boil. Arrange chicken breasts in a single layer in a 9×13 inch baking dish. Pour sauce over.

 

 What the fuck is a saucepan? Is that like a frying pan? Screw it, just use the frying pan! It’s not in the cupboard? No, I don’t know where it is, why the hell are you asking me? Is it in the dishwasher? How about the sink? Wait, isn’t there some little drawer under the oven that’s got, like, cookie sheets and stuff? Aha, there it is! Put it on a burner and toss some butter in there. Or margarine, it’s all the same. Root around your kitchen for some some dressing mix, golden mushroom soup, and white wine. You don’t have any dressing mix? You’ll have to mention this to your wife later, she should have picked some up at the store if you guys were out. It’s okay, you’ll just have to substitute it with whatever you find around your kitchen. Ah, there we go! Garlic powder, bacon bits, and nutmeg! She’s gonna love this!

 

 Now, you don’t have any “golden” mushroom soup, but you’ve got condensed regular mushroom soup, and that’s probably close enough. Do you need to un-condense it? Probably, so toss a little bit of water in there too. How about that white wine? No, red wine probably won’t work, and that champagne is too expensive. Crap, you don’t have time to run to the store now! Wait, don’t people cook with beer all the time? Like, beer batter and stuff? Well shit, you’ve got plenty of that! Toss in a can of your favourite beer, and keep one out for yourself. You’ve earned it.

 

 Okay, now we need some cream cheese. No, that’s sour cream. Don’t you have any cheese? No, not that big brick of cheddar, you’d need to use the grater and that thing’s a bitch to clean. Wait, there you go, an entire unopened package of Kraft Singles! You don’t even need to shred them, just toss those babies right in there! You’re really good at improvising, you could probably be on that Top Chef show if you really wanted to. Take a victory swig.

 

 Wait, aren’t you supposed to be stirring it? Give it a couple of swishes with a fork. Good enough. Now you’re supposed to put the chicken into its own dish and pour the sauce on it. That’s kind of a waste, the sauce is already in a perfectly good dish. Toss the chicken in the frying pan. Now she’ll have one less dish to wash later! Nice going, women appreciate stuff like that. If only all men were as thoughtful as you! Take another swig.

 

 Now for step 3:

 

Bake for 60 minutes in the preheated oven. Twenty minutes before the chicken is done, bring a large pot of lightly salted water to a rolling boil. Cook pasta until al dente, about 5 minutes. Drain. Serve chicken and sauce over pasta.

 

 60 minutes? She’s gonna be walking through the door any minute! Shit! Okay, here’s what you do – crank up the temperature as high as you possibly can, and reduce it back to normal when you hear her key in the lock. Speaking of that, go lock the front door. Now put the frying pan in the oven. You’re done! You don’t have to start the pasta for another 40 minutes, and she’ll probably take over the whole thing when she walks in and sees what a good job you’ve done with the chicken.

 

 Somebody’s getting laid tonight!