Homer Simpson would be proud of me. Before I left Yarmouth, I stopped by the concessions stand for a culinary experience that would make Iron Chef Bobby Flay nauseous.
It turns out that Yarmouth-Dennis is famous for its cheeseburgers – which happen to be placed in the middle of delicious, sumptuous, sugary donuts. On my way by the grill, I grabbed a slider and a hurler – the former a cheeseburger in between a cake donut; the latter a burger with cheese whiz in between a jelly donut.
I began my meal with a bite of each, and promptly called my wife to tell her what I had done. She told me I was disgusting 10 times, but I think my 11th description got her. She asked me to ship a hurler back to Indianapolis so she could taste it for herself. Unfortunately, that isn’t sanitary, so we’ll just have to make a return to Red Wilson Field next summer.
Bob the Grillmaster was kind enough to pose with my burgers before I began consumption.
Meet Bob the Grillmaster.