There’s a moment when you bite into a perfect burger that time stops, angels sing, and you wonder why you’ve wasted precious life-minutes eating inferior versions of America’s favorite handheld meal.
That moment happens regularly at Lucky Boy in Phoenix, where burger perfection has been quietly happening since 1951 at a little spot on 16th Street that looks like it was plucked straight from a nostalgic American dream.
Let me tell you something about burger quests – I’ve been on them my whole life.
Some people climb mountains or collect stamps; I collect burger experiences with the dedication of someone building the world’s most delicious museum…