Man's born with a devil on one shoulder counseling him to eat nothing but burgers & fries, but later develops an annoying angel on the other, prone to words like "Organic" and "Balloon Angioplasty". Make both shoulders happy, at OBurger
A small, colorful, gorge-in or take-out joint in Weho, O's LA's first all-organic burgerist, co-owned by a private chef and a 3 Ninjas producer (don't even mention Surf Ninjas, those artless frauds). The main event's a wheat-bunned, cabbage/pickle/grilled-onion abetted quarter-pound of Uruguayan grass-fed beef, slathered with all-natural ketchup, mustard, and "O-sauce" -- a thousand-islandish concoction, minus the Atoll of Mayonnaise. Other options include health-nut staples (grilled veggies, green salad, veggie burger) as well as organic turkey sandwiches, french fries, even hot dogs, because antibiotics make anus-meat disgusting
Though the first of its kind, O's envisioned as a franchise, which could put your devil out of a job -- though your angel won't look too heavenly when he's constantly looking up at you with that O-face. Ohhhh. Ohhhhhh.