Let me paint a picture: It’s 102 degrees in Phoenix, my throat is drier than a cactus in a drought, and I take my first bite of a Lucky’s Burger.
Suddenly, I’m not just eating a sandwich-I’m experiencing a culinary heist.
The patty, searing hot and juicy enough to rival a monsoon rainstorm, crashes into that melty cheddar, and the crispy onions?…