Was hoping my hundredth burger was going to be some incredibly rare and sought after delicacy eaten on the surface of Mars. But, it was a bar burger in the sort of dingy northern Michigan town of Houghton Lake…
So there I was travelling north with my spiritual adviser when the strong desire for meat and ale overcame us. We pulled off the trail and happened upon the Long Branch. My companion lives by a strict code while trying to find an eatery on a road trip, "Go where the cars are". So we did, and the beer was cold and food very serviceable. The MNF game was on and we got to catch the first half. Left happy and full.
And so the burger journey marches on with no pomp and no circumstance. There are still more burgers out there, and I must stoically and steadfastly continue on this spirit quest.
"There are giants out there in the canyons, and a good captain can't go to sleep."