a story of gastronomical proportions
ah, burgers. the joy of american diners. nice and soft bleached to the max white bread bun, slathered with melted mechanically aged american cheese, a 49% ground chuck burger with juice dripping onto the amazingly enhanced fresh lettuce, tomato, and onion. no sauce of course. that would mask the fat of the medium well ground chuck. but somehow, there’s the small mom and pop chop shops that subtract a little more and add a little less. they’re able to make damn good food with real and fresh ingredients without all the artificicality in their servings. just some mad-tasty goodness. like the 88 on highway88. magnifique.
