There’s a little red and white striped wagon in Miamisburg that’s been making people ridiculously happy with tiny hamburgers for more than a century, and frankly, that’s the kind of consistency most of us can only dream about in our personal relationships.
The Hamburger Wagon sits on South Main Street like a delicious time machine that someone decided to park permanently, refusing to budge despite decades of food trends swirling around it like confused tornadoes.
This isn’t one of those places where you need a PhD in menu interpretation just to figure out what comes on your sandwich.
Here, the concept is so beautifully straightforward that it makes rocket science look unnecessarily complicated…