Nov 25 2010 11:22 am
Bunda Burger
It’s like equatorial Brazil, squatting in the spare shade of a goal post in the street. It’s like peacock bass in the Parnaíba impoundments and a 12’ cane pole. It’s like leaving Piauí for the Midwest, standing in a cold, driving mist, swinging flies for steelhead. It’s like a Bunda Burger. All shocks to the system.
