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When life deals you a long hard day, maybe it’s time you had a burger?





That, at least, was my reasoning.

I have burgers maybe once every six months. Typically it would be a default option. Nothing else grabs me and so I succumb. But this burger was premeditated. I ask a friend – want to grab a burger Tuesday night?

Ed’s out of the picture. He's not a burger person. His respect for the animal that once moo-ed makes sinking teeth into a medium rare burger rather difficult.

And I am generally sympathetic. But not tonight. Tonight, I just wanted that burger.