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About 20 years ago, in the middle of this beer party my wife and I were throwing for a few select friends, one of my best friends, quite drunk as were we, decided he wanted me to show him how I cooked these special burgers I'd been bragging about. So I threw together our recipe and we all headed off to the park to grill them. This was at midnight and the park's lights were all out. We managed to get the grill going and I did my grilling magic. My friend ate one, two hamburgers, so did we, and he exclaimed they were the best damn burgers he'd ever had. We had a few left over, so he took them home with him.
Next afternoon, I got a call from my hungover friend. "Yeah, Gary, you know those burgers you made for us. I took one out for lunch. They're raw!"
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Ever notice how this place just basically, well, sucks.
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