A double cheeseburger was not what I expected to fall in love with in the middle of the Ozarks. But here we are.
I got lost, followed my appetite, and ended up biting into one of the best burgers I’ve had in a long time. Juicy, unapologetic, stacked just right, and served in the kind of place you’d never find unless you were meant to.
Every bite felt like a happy accident, the kind that makes you stop talking and just nod in appreciation. I hadn’t eaten something this good in ages, and definitely not somewhere this unexpected…