With the enormous weight thrust on the entire football world in the last several weeks, it felt like the right thing to experiment with a little of the absurd to lighten the mood.
Why not a dive into the culinary classic that is the Gilbert Burger.
There have not been many Packers players associating themselves synonymously with a food product. Yes, Brett Favre has his steakhouse in Green Bay, and Jordy Nelson had the A&W , “Jordy Burger,” but did they have the connoisseur of calories overseeing the masterpiece?
I think not.
Gilbert Brown, a Super Bowl defensive tackle affectionately know as the “Grave Digger,” had the beautiful distinction of slapping his name on a burger that was all his own.
Dispensed by Burger King, the sandwich consisted of three Whopper patties glazed with every condoniment and stacked with layers of cheese, onions, tomato and lettuce. Brown, however, made one exception on his opus.
Now, being a kid, I remember the incessant investigating on how to find this coveted prize of perfection.
No car, no job, no problem.
I was not going to let these obstacles break my spirit. Instead, I was going to break my parent’s will with a steady peppering of,
“Wow…I wonder what that burger tastes like?”
“You know it is only a limited edition right?”
“I’m gonna run away….unless I get a Gilbert Burger.”
Finally my adolescent barrage wore down their defenses and I was able to feel what it was like to be pregnant.
Now if you have never seen the albino deer that shares the elephant’s name, it is basically what you would expect.
A full on assault of the coronary.
Reaching in the fog of nostalgia, I can still envision the sandwich dwarfing my little hands. My infantile logic thought since Brown ate it, I must eat it.
Less than a quarter of the way through, I tapped the mat, with my stomach feeling like it held 10 bowling balls
The burger launched a phenomena in the Green Bay area according to Sport Illustrated in 1997, by selling more than 150 burgers a day during the mecca of meat’s run.
Now, Brown and the burger are retired and settled in the green pastures to remember the good ol’ days.
In the burger’s case, barren pastures.