I’ll admit I’m not much of a risk taker. So it’s unlikely that you’ll find me flying from a high cliff tethered only to a bungee cord. Bad enough that I have to drive these days in shopping center parking lots where other drivers apparently can’t follow the directional arrows.
I also doubt that I’ll be dining at the Heart Attack Grill. Now there’s a place that lives (or dies) up to its reputation. Here’s from USA Today, “Another patron collapses at Vegas’ Heart Attack Grill“:
Forget man bites dog.
In a bizarre “woman bites burger” tale, a patron of a Las Vegas diner infamous for its calorie-laden menu and waitresses in medical garb has suffered an apparent heart attack there – the second medical incident since February.
Heart Attack Grill owner Jon Basso told Vegas’ KVVU that the woman collapsed while eating a “double bypass” burger Saturday night; she was rushed to a hospital and is expected to recover. In mid-February, a man had an apparent heart attack while chowing down on a 6,000-calorie “triple bypass” version.
The chain’s slogan is “a burger to die for.” It gives free meals to people over 350 pounds, and a sign reads “Caution: This establishment is bad for your health,” notes the Associated Press. [Note to self: Really?]
The 8,000-calorie Quadruple Bypass Burger, with four half-pound beef patties, eight slices of American cheese, a whole tomato and half an onion served in a lard-coated bun, has been called one of the “world’s worst junk foods.” Other menu items include butterfat milkshakes and “flatliner fries” cooked in lard.
After the first incident, the AP reports, the Washington, D.C.-based Officials for the Physicians Committee for Responsible Medicine said they sent a letter to the Heart Attack Grill’s owner, asking him to “declare moral bankruptcy” and close the restaurant.
Susan Levin, the group’s director of nutrition education, said the incident should be a wake-up call that “bypass operations aren’t funny.”
Gotta agree with that. And it’s advice worth chewing on.
By the way, most times when I eat out I’m not at risk of flatlining — until the check arrives.