New York’s Best Burgers

Funny how a sandwich named for a city in Germany has become the signature of the great American backyard cookout. Well, I’m not laughing about it. Although, a good burger does make me rather happy. I like it when the burger is so juicy that it runs down your arms. Unless I’m wearing a white shirt or a sweater. Let me rephrase – I like it when I’m wearing an old t-shirt and the burger is so juicy that it runs down my arms. Not too far down though. Wouldn’t want burger juice in my pits.

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