On the way home from the Getty Villa, Big Dude forced us to eat at this other burger joint. At this other joint with the same color scheme as my all-time favorite burger joint. I feel like such a traitor. I feel guilty. So guilty, that I’m not even going to name either establishment by name, for fear either of them might some way end up finding the proof of my traitorous behavior on this tiny blog of mine. Littlest Dude loved the peanuts.
And I must admit [whispering]: the bacon burger was really good. The fries, tho, can’t displace my affections for my favorite joint’s fries.