Holy Cow!

Why would anyone name a restaurant Holy Cow?  Sure, it’s catchy, but it makes me think of cows mooing in a pasture followed by “Wow!  That’s really big – huge actually!” And then my thoughts seamlessly transition to myself and I wonder, “Am I huge?  Am I a cow?  Am I eating too much?” At least I didn’t outwardly moo during my internal stream of consciousness, not that I’m aware of anyway.  But, really, should I be eating at a place called Holy Cow?

The simple answer is, “Yes.”  While eating at Holy Cow was not a religious experience, I think I did

mutter “holy cow” when the burgers came out.  They were gigantic!  I ordered a build-your-own burger and added green chile and The Husband ordered the blue cheese burger.  I will admit that there was not much talking during this dining out experience, so I’m not sure how The Husband’s burger was.  He was too busy devouring it while he attempted to hold it in his hands.  He did manage “mmmmm” a few times, so I think that is a good sign.

Before I dismantled the burger

I took my burger a part as I normally do.  I’m turning more into a food snob like Sally in the movie When Harry Met Sally every day.  Eventually I may order everything on the side just like she does through the movie.  I took off the bun and then turned the burger upside down so that the lettuce, tomato, and green chile were on the top of the burger.  I then proceeded to knife and fork it.  I do love a good knife and fork burger and Holy Cow did not disappoint.

The meet was juicy and flavorful and did not require any ketchup.  The green chile was just spicy enough to know that I was eating green chile, but not overpowering so that I needed four glasses of water or any cheese to cool it down. 

The only downside?  Fries are not included with the burgers, which makes it a pricy dining experience for a simple burger and fries; however, it is definitely worth trying at least once.