reflections on a cheeseburger

as i watch the meat slanging joint evolve on its fiscal journey, i have noticed two things:

1. the word gets around - probly because the burgers are near-perfection. at 7pm, the wait for a four-top was 1/3 hour (which is why i prefer to do a ray’s mistake at 5 and a burger at 6)
2. the burgers never disappoint - i have now tried every cattle-pattied sandwich - they all are top notch - and the worst thing i can say is they look too small, at first glance. then, you notice the girth of the ground beef; as you lift it airborne, you appreciate the heft. by the end of the meal, it has subtly expanded your stomach to homeostasis. you can’t help but smile.

tomorrow, post-work, i’m headed straight for the most amazing/greasy cheeseburger in the san fernando valley.

and the fries; heaven on wax paper.