Ok. I admit it. I LOVE cheeseburgers and French fries. They are my absolute FAVORITE sinful indulgence in the whole wide world. I define sinful as anything I have to feel guilty about. I only have a few of these “sinful indulgences” left in me, and I won’t tell you them all. But, I will go on to tell you about a darn good (and I mean DARN GOOD!) cheeseburger from Poor Gary’s Pizza in Virginia MN.
Now, I love their pizza. It’s fabulous! And I’ve had about every kind they offer, too. It sits right up there with Snickers, Daves, Sammy’s, Sven and Ole’s and other awesome local, what I call “REAL,” pizza parlors. And, until about six months ago, it was all I knew from the Poor Gary’s menu.
So then one day, my husband said, “Hey, should we try a burger?” I said, “Sure. Why not.” I thought, “I sure hope it’s as good as their pizza.” I waited patiently, and soon the server ploped two red and white checker-papered, old-fashioned cheeseburger baskets in front of us. My first impression was “nothing fancy,” but I liked that they topped the burger with lettuce and pickles and that they buttered the bun. I proceeded to add a little ketchup and mustard, squish the top bun into the burger, and then,with both hands, I took my first bite. As I began to chew, my taste buds began to dance and become extremely excited. I looked at my husband and he looked at me, but no words were spoken. I took another bite, and then another, and I couldn’t stop! OMG! This burger was phenomenal!
That was just the beginning. A week later, my husband picks me up from work and says, “You wouldn’t want to have a cheeseburger at Poor Gary’s again, would you?” Now, I can usually be the strong one in the family and not give into spontaneous spending. But this time, he had me. He knew that deep down I wanted one as bad as he did. So without hesitation I say, “Yes I would.” He smiles. I smile. We knew we were about to experience the best 5 minutes of our day.
People, if you haven’t eaten a burger at Poor Gary’s Pizza in Virginia, you don’t know what you’re missing. But, I must warn you: once you taste one, there’s no going back. Every two-weeks or so you’re brain will send out a signal to your taste buds and it’s one you will not be able to resist. The signal will say, “You need a Poor Gary’s cheeseburger.” And you will just have to go and have one.
