Guess where I had a burger?
If you guessed Five Guys, you're spot on. CH and I stopped there to pick up an early dinner after going to Recycled Cycles to purchase new inner tubes for my bike—MH had offered to give my bike a much-needed tuneup and to change out the tires, and feeding him (and us) was only proper.
We got everything to go, so above is the large-sized portion of their french fries, but poured out into a bowl and set on a placemat (we're civilized folk around here). Like the Vern's fries, these weren't particularly crisp, but I thought the ones at Vern's had a more distinctive potato flavor. So much for the fried potato with a pedigree.
My "little cheeseburger" really wasn't all that little—in fact, it was the perfect size. It had traveled for a bit so it wasn't as hot as I would have liked it to be, but it was a decent burger, and would probably be quite excellent fresh (I'm only guessing). Two burgers in a month…not bad!