While not a complete waste of 90 min, ethnic stereotypes and dick and fart jokes aside, Harold & Kumar Go to White Castle was my guilty pleasure of the day. Not much of an endorsement, but who knew the Beastie Boys were rapping about a real place. All I knew was that their fries only came in one size. American comedies rarely make it to Japanese theaters (doesn't translate well, goes double for stoner comedy) or rental for that matter so I normally hear about them via weblogs or friends and co-workers who come back from overseas, usually meeting ridicule when admitting I haven't seen, nor heard of Old School (since watched), Dude, Where's My Car? (in the pipe) and Harold and Kumar (check) among others.

With all that talk of burgers during the film tonight's dinner was a no-brainer. Your basic burger (with ground coriander seed, cumin, mustard and fresh parmesan) and the chips baked with olive oil, a whole bulb of garlic and sprinkled with rosemary salt (bashed rosemary, salt and lemon zest).

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