My senior class trip went to France and we were in the south of France, in the little sea side town built onto a cliff that was sort of an artist’s conclave. It was so cool, it was so calm and as a creator I felt so welcomed by the folk there. A group of friends and I headed out for lunch after the tour and we found this kinda cheesy American themed diner so we went in and it was a throwback to Bob’s Big Boy you guys; right out of the 50’s. Anyway the staff was so excited to see a bunch of American girls come in. Most of them got something familiar but I got what the chef wanted to make me and guys it was the best damn burger of my life. It was juicy and messy with some kind of bacon and caramelized onion jam and I sweat to god the bread had been toasted in the duck fat. Everything was running down my arms as I went fucking feral on this thing. It was so good. I feel like not only did I manage to make my country proud that day, but also eat a burger that is one of highlights of the thousands of burgers (no joke, I love me a cheeseburger) I have eaten in my life.
