Andrew Roth at The Club for Growth waxes sentimental for the Fourth of July and points to this GQ Article:
The 20 Hamburgers You Must Eat Before You Die
Alan Richman traveled 23,750 miles and consumed more than 150,000 calories while taking the measure of 162 burgers across the countryâ€”with one goal: to find you the best damned assemblage of ground beef and buns this country serves up
The hamburger is a symbol of everything that makes America great. Straightforward, egalitarian, substantial, and good-natured, it is also a little bloody at times.
Roth thinks they missed out by not including a burger with an egg on top in Lawrence, Kansas. I sympathize. I think they were robbed by eminent domain of the chance to even try the really best burger. Yes, there is a poor imitation of the original Ebbets Field (original restaurant that is) in Springfield, Missouri. Yes, they still serve a burger called Da Durocher, but frankly it’s just not the same. A parking lot for a performing arts center was a pretty damn poor trade-off for a falling down house full of baseball memorabilia, Marilyn Monroe pictures and draft beer, even if a performing arts center really is a “public use”. (Sorry, those not acquainted with Springfield, MO in the 80s and early 90s, I know you have no idea what I’m ranting about.)