In Arkansas, I’ve learned to trust the glow of neon and the tired swing of a screen door more than any trending headline.
The best burger lessons live inside rooms where the grill never really cools, where the sound of sizzling beef bleeds into conversation and the air keeps a faint ribbon of smoke in it at all times.
These places don’t talk about craft, they just practice it, quietly, every day. Double cheeseburgers land hot and certain, wrapped in paper that barely keeps up with the juices…