Love it. When it comes to chains, local or otherwise, there’s always one that gets it right (read: the way you like) every time. I tend to order a single thing at different locations to get a baseline, then do the gastronomic calculus from there to get what I’m after.
The hamburger was born as a simple object, and we all fall in love with it at an early age. It’s just a fact of the world, like sunshine or our mothers’ love.
Judging the Object of America’s Universal Food Fetish: The Hamburger, Josh Ozersky
Word!
Also: “[Spike Mendelsohn] also took a perfectly good hamburger and dropped both an unmelted lump of blue cheese and horseradish mayonnaise onto it. Really, Spike?”
Guh-ross, I says. I cannot abide bleu cheese in the vicinity of my burger.
