This past weekend, on an outting to the quaint little town of Decatur, my new friend, Emily, introduced me to her side of town’s newest burger joint. As I’d already experienced Yeah! Burger, a burger joint cut from the same cloth (they both use local grassfed beef/cows/whatever), I figured I was already pretty well versed in the world of tasty, organic type burgers.
Yes kids, it’s true. I’ve found a new love and it’s called Farm Burger. And it’s delicious and awesome and mouth watering and did I mention awesome?
Because it was. Like totally, wonderfully, spectacularly awesome. And I’m craving it right now. With cheddar, Duke’s mayo, grain mustard, lettuce, and ketchup. Simple.
But I have a little problem.
I live in the burbs.
And Farm Burger is 24.8 miles and an estimated 40 minutes from my house. My husband says that because it’s in Decatur (translation=too far away), that it’s like it doesn’t even exist. (Did you hear that? That was me whimpering….)
But hey, that’s his loss. Because even though it’s 24.8 miles/40 minutes away, a nice leisurely stroll down I-75 / I-85 is quite relaxing on a Saturday afternoon.
Especially when I’ve got this waiting for me at my destination.