Bitchin' Lunch

It was the early 90’s and to avoid getting a job, or worse end up on the dole I had enrolled in a painting course at Gateway Tafe in the arse end of Brisbane. Along with a rag tag of art school drop outs we’d spend the days throwing paint around on canvases, drinking goon and smoking cigarettes in the adjourning railway yard.

On Fridays the local pub had a $1.05 roast lunch (sponsored by radio station B105). With only one of the class with a car it meant cramming everyone up to 9 of us into a small torana for a hair raising ride to the pub, (but that’s another bitchin’ story.) The rest of the week was spent in the cafeteria playing pool , eating chip and gravy sandwiches, and chatting up the fashion students.

It was on one of these days a fellow class mate asked for a bread roll with and a sausage roll, he proceeded to place the sausage roll onto a bread roll, squirt a liberal amount on of tomato sauce onto it and take a bite as if nothing unusual had just taken place, I was pretty amazed by this ballsy choice for lunch and asked him what it was. "It’s a Metallica Burger", he muttered, “’cause it’s heavy as fuck”. That was enough for me and I trotted off to get myself one.

“Give us a Metallica Burger will ya” I squawked to the cafeteria lady ,and to my surprise she knew exactly what I was after and slid over the packet containing my new lunchtime adventure.

$2.50 and a gut full of carbs later I was heading back to class feeling pretty darn BITCHIN’!