Fresno Famous

There was no category for "German," so I went ahead and used this one.

For years my father would buy these stupid things and bring them home to eat all by himself. None of us knew what the hell a bierock was and we weren't the type to try new things (especially from ze Germans).

Well, after losing my virginity I was ready to do whatever the girl wanted me to do. She suggested eating a beerock at The Fair and since she seemed to be right about sleeping with me, I figured she might be a genius in the food department as well.

Since then I have developed a soft spot for beerocks and now I can get piquant (yeah, I said it) ones all year round.

On top of that, I don't have to just settle for the standard ground beef, onions, and cabbage -- no, sir -- they have different kinds (mexican, bbq, etc)! And did I mention they also have BREAKFAST beerocks (bacon, egg, and cheese)? Well, they do. You can clean up the mess you just made in your pants later... actually, do the kind folks at the Beerock Shop a favor and wash up before you go.