This was Keith’s favorite burger joint. Since I was down with Covid on 11/29, my kids went to get us burgers in remembrance of their Dad, my husband. We usually go twice a year, 11/29 and his birthday, 12/21. Even though this year we were a day late and I couldn’t taste it at all, (but I knew it was delicious) I would rather be late than never. We’ve done this in his memory for 16 years. I finished my burger, but not the fries. The sprite was cold, and felt good on my throat as I drank it.