Mmmmmmmm. After the husband’s day in Seattle rehearsing for a staged reading and my day in various maternity stores looking for my sister’s new “panel pants,” we decided a big fat juicy burger sounded perfect for dinner. Having someone else make it sounded even better.
We walked over to The Parkway and ordered what’s becoming something of a “regular,” almost-identical meal duo: Two bacon cheeseburgers with salads, one with blue cheese and onions, one with ranch and no croutons.
Somehow, they never end up looking identical right before we eat them.