White Hut, West Springfield, MA
What you're getting: "Two cheeseburgers, fried onions"
My favorite burger in the world. I've been eating at the Hut since I was two, when my grandfather, Ray Tuller, who ran the Springfield town hockey rink, would come in and take down two cheeseburgers and a dog standing up while reading The Springfield Republican
right before he went to work. You have to get the peppery fried onions on the burger, you can't order just one, and you shouldn't add any condiments, though, if you must, ketchup is the only acceptable move. As my grandfather used to say, "It beats the pants off of Friendly's burger, and I love Friendly's burger." And he did friends, oh, he did.