Ok, so we all have our own quirky little cheeseburger ways. I love any cheeseburger, any time of the day.
Well, I say that but I there are have certain condiments that are crucial or I won’t be real happy.
At the very least cheese, mayo, and pickles. When I make my own, it generally has more stuff packed on it that a lot of times a fork is required, like here, here and here. Look, I love a lot of shit on mine. I can’t help it.
I can remember being 17 years old, and although I absolutely loved Big Macs, sometimes I would feel so guilty eating them (I thought I was too chunky) that I would negotiate with myself and NOT get the fries thinking that made it ok.
Of course, then I wouldn’t get to actually enjoy it because I didn’t have the fries to dip in my very favorite mixture of mayonnaise and ketchup. That’s the whole package.