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"The Bomb Sandwich" | The Institute of Chili | San Antonio, Texas, USA

Welcome to Meathead Eats. I'm meathead, or at least I am to a fair chunk of my friends back home in San Antonio, Texas. There is a story behind that name, but I'll save that for a slow news day.

You need only to look at me to know that I enjoy food. I say enjoy rather than eat because to describe processing food as "eating it" is a base oversimplification. "Eating" is a perfunctory action. It is the cold, hard first step to be taken up Maslow's pyramid of needs to keep the machine running.

I need more. Most of us do. It was an evolutionary step taken long ago when man first looked up, bloodied from being face first into the side of a dead animal and thought "some avocado would go great with this". Boom. Just like that, food became a joy to share.

Setting one's eyes on a good burger, pulling in the primal smell of its freshly charred flesh, savouring it slowly, moaning in deep satisfaction with every chew and then punctuating it with a head nodding, squinty-eyed face of approval to the rest of the table. Man, that is tough to beat. 

Of course, not all meals end with applause and that is why I'm here. To help you traverse through the vast culinary landscape; to map the peaks of heaven-sent glory and valleys of thoughtless shit and everything in between.

Join me, then, on my quest to sort through it all and find the most bad-ass grub out there. 

-meathead

(Note: That jaw-dropping piece of sandwich mastery shown above was sent in by my buddy Stevo. Its from a mobile food truck in San Antonio by the name of The Institute of Chili. I'm in Texas next week and eating there is a top priority. Check'em out: http://www.instituteofchili.com/)