It seems like one of the surest things in life is a hamburger, any hamburger. Unlike sex or movies, a burger is always pretty much the same–i.e., really good–and worth inhaling on the spot for some instant bad-for-you gratification. I always wonder why some restaurants have window signs that say “Best Burgers in Town” when in reality, ALL burgers are absolutely delightful and basically alike.
Maybe I’ve just been lucky–or have lower standards than everyone else–but aren’t I right in thinking that any burger, as long as it’s been cooked enough to suit you and topped with whatever other shit you want on it, is pretty much as fabulous as the other? Ever have a really rotten one?