Eat It's finally here

Following a decade of sating South Beach night crawlers, many of whom presumably BAMF!!!ed right into the restaurant, Cheeseburger Baby is now making its patties accessible even to boring X-Men like Cyclops who don’t know how to party, courtesy of a dark black truck completely engulfed in flames (fake ones, but still).

Consult with your stomach to see if it’s up for slider-sized "Baby, Baby" burgs (in three- or six-packs), or a single-, double-, or triple-stacked certified Angus "Big Daddy", which you can bless with all manner of cheeses, bacon, avocado, chili, grilled ‘shrooms, and a slew of sauces like ranch, blue cheese, gravy, BBQ, sour cream, salsa, and hot sauce, which will likely cause you to dribble madly.

If a cheeseburger ran over your dog when you were young, and you now hate them, you can instead grab a Pittsburgh Cheesesteak, which pays homage to the owner's hometown by being jammed full of coleslaw and French fries, plus a Frito Pie that covers said chips with homemade chili, onions, and cheddar.

There's also a line-up of sodas, shakes, and floats to wash down all the above, plus sides like Polish Nachos (potato & onion pierogies covered in chili, cheese, jalapenos, and sour cream) as well as gravy- and mozz-coated Disco fries, which was the newspaper headline after that loser Cyclops went to the disco, and didn’t like that everyone was hitting on Jean Grey.