I’m not telling you, ‘Never eat a hamburger.’ Just eat the ones with real beef, you know, like the ones from that mom-and-pop diner down the street,…and it’s so good that when you take a bite of that burger, you just know somewhere in the world a vegan is crying.”—Homer Simpson
Most of the eating places around here belong to some cookie-cutter franchise: same food, same décor, and same menu as any place else in the world.
We have to drive a few miles out of town, where there isn’t even cell service, to find people standing in line for a Big Jud’s Burger. While we waited for our order to cook I was told to get a pitcher of root beer.
Here it is: A picture of root beer.
Next up were baskets of fries made from Idaho Russets. They were fresh potatoes only moments before. This basket was twice as full as shown here but I was too slow to get a photo. Teen age boys make food disappear at an alarming rate.
These are BIG crispy fries without equal which should be eaten with fry sauce.
Enter the tray full of Big Jud’s Burgers: one pound of lean beef cooked to perfection, served between dinner-plate sized buns and loaded with everything.
Big appetites can put away a whole Big Jud’s by themselves. We cut each of ours into four pieces, which was just the right amount for me. When our group got through eating there was nothing left but crumbs.
Side effect of such a meal: calorie coma.