There was this one mom and pop burger joint that had the simplest, most basic, super greasiest burgers but to this day they were the best burgers I’ve ever tasted. The place was tucked away in an alley and it was one of those “you have to be a local to even know this exists” places.
Also, having moved from a smaller town to a bigger city, I miss how close everything and everyone was. You wanted to go see someone, or go do something, it was always just a walk away instead of having to deal with all the hullabaloo of traffic and bus lines and yada yada.
Hey, we left the same place
Maybe. Please select a food trope associated with your youth from the following:
Rubio’s or Del Taco
Cactus Cooler
Green chilies red chilies in and on everything always at every moment of every day
Glass boot full of rock-colored jelly beans
HEB
Basha’s
Smith’s
I think about Basha’s around Thanksgiving every year. The coupon game was intense back then
They have a smell. It’s not bad, but it’s also not amazing or anything. It’s just…the Basha’s smell.
Turns out, same place.