“I want a hot dog... no, I want a hamburger.”
“You’ll get nothing! And like it!”
--Caddyshack
I’ve got a craving for a hamburger, and not just any hamburger: the Texas-style hamburger of my rapidly receeding youth. There’s a line in the movie Barcelona about “this delicious hamburger of memory,” and that’s exactly what I want. It might be intangible-- it might be impossible-- but over the course of one year I will scour the streets of Toronto on a Quest for that elusive Perfect Burger. I will leave no burger unturned: chain restaurant burgers, gourmet burgers, burgers from the greasiest of the greasy spoons... I will try them all, hoping to catch a taste-- just a taste-- of my Texas Childhood.
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I was just wandering around the kitchen yesterday, hungry and confused, saying that "I want a hot dog..." line to myself. Hoo-rah.
For the record, the veggie burgers at Burger Shoppe leave much to be desired.
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