Why I never eat a hamburger again
I’ve been to a lot of burgers lately.
I’ve even tried one of those.
In fact, I’ve eaten three of them.
The first was an iced-up burger at an Italian restaurant, a sandwich that comes in a white bun and has a soft, soft, caramelized onion.
It’s a classic that I’ve made at least once a week for years.
But I’ve never had one this good before.
It was the best of my life.
The second was an ice-cream at an Italian ice cream shop.
The ice cream was so good, I had to order another.
The third was an order of pizza.
And I didn’t eat one of them, even though I was craving pizza.
I’m still on a mission to find a restaurant that will serve me one of these burgers.
The burger isn’t just a meal to be shared with friends, but a meal that you can make with your family or friends.
It tastes amazing and has the texture of a steak.
I was thrilled to find one of the few burger joints that was willing to offer a hamburgers for my birthday.
After my birthday, I’ll order another one.
But this time, I’m going to be sure to order the best burger ever.
It’ll be the only one.