Burger Quest

It’s over, friends.

Most events in life feel ephemeral, the ever-ticking hands of time speeding them through your brain until they become distant memories.

Sacramento has lots of nicknames.

For one of my final Burger Quest trips, I felt it was necessary to go to the place where it all began: Connecticut, aka the Nutmeg State, aka The State of Poor Cities and Rich Towns, aka The Birthplace of the Burger.

Before this trip, I’d never been to Omaha.

If you are a beer person, and you are married, and you didn’t have your bachelor party in Asheville, you made a serious miscalculation that might reverberate through the rest of your life.

I blame all of you.

When I posed the idea of combining Manhattan and Brooklyn’s burger quests into one story, my editor freaked out.

I almost didn’t go to DC.

Charlotte surprised me.

I’ve wanted to eat burgers in the land of Sylvester Stallone punching meat for many, many years.