I love seafood. I could legit live off seafood *record scratch* — actually, throw in some turf (steak) and maybe that’ll be a reality. I love my cow, but we’ll get into that later. Anyway, yea…seafood is my boo. I also love sandwiches. Big and small, wide and tall, I love’em all. Almost anything between two slices of bread is probably gonna put you two steps closer to God, but this sandwich might get you there a little faster. I cried a salty tear of bliss as I ate this sandwich in the fetal position of my living room. Don’t judge me.
Truth be told, I don’t even know who the hell “Big Meech” is. I do however, like the name “big meech” for a burger because it’s fitting. I am known for making big ridiculous man-burgers that will make him eat out the palm of your hand. He’ll be so happy and so full that he might even fall asleep watching Sports Center, giving you time to catch up on whatever mind-numbing reality TV show you’re obsessing over these days lol.