Category: love & marriage

I’m having a bit or writer’s block because burgers are consuming my mind as of late. A girl should only do a number of burger posts before she moves on, right? I’m not ready to move on….burger thoughts have taken over my brain. It is so strange. A few months ago it would have been torture to eat a burger with out sticking my upper lip up. Pure torture.

Now, I’d eat a burger for every meal if I could and I’ve found myself in philosophical conversations with friends about the art of the burger. I’ve also become a defender of Dick’s fries. I love them and are shocked to find there are so many haters out there! How can you turn your nose up to something so salty and greasy?

Eating burgers around HBHQ is no walk in the park. I recenlty jumped on this band wagon, but Barry has been eating burgers for decades. His dad is like Papa Burger, loving all burgers made from little Mom – N – Pop stands. Barry’s childhood memories are filled with going on some adventure with his dad, only to stop along the way for a tasty burger.

“You just don’t understand burger culture yet,” is what Barry told me as we walked Sydney yesterday morning. I wasn’t aware that there was a ‘burger culture’ to understand, but apparently I was wrong. Part of Burger Culture is not making special orders or trying to manipulate what is offered. You either order what is offered and are happy, or you don’t order at all. I had no idea. I love special ordering. I’m really good at it.

Now that I’ve been informed I feel like I might need to do a bit more research to see if I’ve become more accustomed to Barry’s burger ways.