No Matter how well you adapt to the ex-pat life, sometimes you just want a humble hamburger, american style, to remind us of home . . . Oddly, this craving hit us not months or years between visits to the US, but days after our return . . . Well, hamburgers are a big favorite here in Europe too, of course, ergo, the hamburg-er. So at anyrate there we were at the hardrock . . . Mrs prefers other places, since they tend to undercook the hamburger there, but I convinced her we could override that with a special order: she ordered hers well done and I medium well, which was successful . . . I enjoyed my expert margarita tremendously, too
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