What can I say?
The day that Marburgers meats opened their doors a few years ago, it was proof that heaven is on earth. For years we have sampled of their tasty kabob's, delightful chicken and pork, stuffed bell peppers, and of course STEAK! But unfortunately an era has passed, Marburgers is closed!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I tried to find a picture of orthodox jews renting their clothes and lobbing plumes of ashes in the air, but google failed me. The weird guy with the black arm band was the closest thing I could find to mourning, but this stately fellow does little to mimick the renting of my heart that occured when I learned of said closing.
I had such plans for Marburgers and me! The future looked impossibly bright as I thought of a life filled to the rim with meats, meats, meats! Of course I was naive; who isn't in the early stages of any relationship? Especially when you want, in the very depths of your soul, for things to work out.
Where did we go wrong? The plight of this country and its current ecomomic situation had entirely missed me until it claimed this latest victim. I simply will never love again, no not in the same way. I am damaged goods.
President Obama, you call this hope? Is this the change you had in mind? Curse you, curse you! You will never taste the savory drippings of a New York strip, rubbed of course, as it gently massages your taste buds, and lingers in your dreams for all of eternity! You can have your private chefs, and $20,000 a plate dinners, all we want is our Marburgers back!!!!!!!!
I think I have said enough, words will never do the hurt justice. I must appologies to all of those whom I promised would one day partake of THE RUB! It is too late, and I am sorry. You can hate me, I understand. I hate myself for not stocking up.
Curse Marburgers for taking the secret of his herbs and spices down with him! Pride! Pride goeth before the fall!!!! I am spent.
With what I once thought was proof of terrestrial heaven has instead revealed a spiraling hell. Oh how I long to caress the counter once more, make my selection, and once again hear the cheerful inquiry, "You want it rubbed"? Of course I do, of course I do!!!!!!!!!!!
