“It was the best of burgers, it was the worst of burgers, it was the burger of value, it was the burger of expense, it was the burger of service, it was the burger of incredulity, it was the burger of quality, it was the burger of waste, it was the burger of hope, it was the burger of despair, we had condiments before us, we had ketchup packets before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way–in short, the burger was so far like the present meal, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being eaten, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.”
I am almost certain that I eat more burgers than the average person. I am certain that I eat more burgers than I should. Health concerns aside, I find a great deal of variety in the burger realm. Burgers are hip again and boutique burger joints seem to be popping up all around me. A burger war has broken out in Kansas City and I live right in the middle. The two finest burger places in town (and probably the world) happen to be blocks away from my home. Even when I have decided on having a burger, there are distinct reasons for choosing between burger joints based on quality, service, and value.
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