Aside from a greasy burger, there’s one thing I can’t stand when you’re paying upwards of $8 or $10 for a gourmet burger: overcooking. The chain restaurants are notoriously bad about this. I’ve learned to order my burgers medium rare when what I really want is medium. Even worse are the chain restaurants that ask you “pink or no pink?” as if you are not intelligent enough to know what well, medium, or rare mean. As my husband joked one day, what they’re really asking is if you want it “cooked or overcooked?” Truth burn. And then they ignore your request anyway and send everything out the same funny shade of brown. Continue reading
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