We’re down in San Antonio, arriving just in time for lunch. Richard said we had to go to the Burger Boy, a long time San Antonio institution, and when I asked one of the locals what to order he said I should opt for the Working Man combo — a double burger, crinkle-cut fries, and a tub of diet soda big enough to float a battleship — and to order it with “real” Kraft American cheese. I’m a working man, so of course I took his advice.
The double burger was succulent, the “real” American cheese nudged it into the spectacular category — so much so I was briefly tempted to wolf down another — and the crinkle-cuts were deep-fried to perfection. Fully sated, I exited the ’50s and headed back into modern America.
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