Beck's Prime in Memorial Park

There are three very important things I need to discuss:

1) THIS WEATHER WE'RE HAVING. Oh. my. gorsh. THIS is why I moved back to Houston - forget the fact that I'm now close to my family that I love so much and have an amazing job that I love so much. The beautiful spring weekend we just had in, oh, JANUARY? Made me fall in love with Houston hard. I mean, we'll revisit this topic again in August when my hair has become roughly the size of Nebraska due to 175% humidity, but for now? I'm totally going steady with H-Tizzle.

2) The Bachelor is on again tonight!!! That is all.

3) I'm running in the Houston marathon this coming Sunday (Eek! What have I done?!), and I'm super excited, and super nervous, and stupidly emotional about it, BUT I CAN'T EAT ANYTHING LIKE THIS FOR THE NEXT 6 DAYS:

#RealLifeProblems, guys.

Last week I met up with my Dad, my sister Emily, and my friend Lenny for lunch at Beck's Prime in Memorial Park. This counter service spot is a tad more expensive than other burger joints (but let's be honest I still see the world through New York City Goggles, so it seemed normal to me), but the quality of food totally justifies the price.

I decided to stray from my typical burger of the bacon cheddar variety, and boy was I glad that I did. My Blue Cheeseburger was absolutely perfect. Not only did they cook it perfectly to my medium rare order, but the quality of it was downright amazing. Not a greasy spoon burger, the Beck's burger takes it a step up in terms of fresh, prime (ha, get it? "prime"?...sorry) ingredients. Also, the combination of blue cheese, mayo, and veggie toppings was so simple, yet so delectable. I seriously want to marry this burger. Is that legal yet?

And the fries! Phenomenal! I know it doesn't take a lot for me to love a fry, but it does take a lot for me to be impressed by a fry, and these fries delivered. They were perfectly cooked (not soggy, but not too crunchy), and beautifully seasoned. They were no-ketchup-needed fries. Maybe I could just try to sneak in one before the marathon....

Oh, and of course we had to share a Chocolate Shake!

Now I'm a bit of a milkshake snob, having grown accustomed to NYC's Shake Shack, but this shake was pretty solid. Or liquid.

And the bad joke award goes to....!

Anyway, the milkshake tasted like a more legitimate Wendy's Frosty. Which, I mean, who doesn't love a Wendy's Frosty, let alone a more legitimate one? It was smooth, thick, and super indulgent. Quite the chocolatey delight!

What's that famous saying? "A week straight of eating only burgers and fries and shakes, a healthy marathoner it makes?"

Yeah, that's definitely it.

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