It turned into stories of people and places as much as food.
The quest became a living journal of the way we live, think, and eat now. To that point, here lies a ranked list of the 100 best burgers I ate over the past year.
Go to any of the places below and you'll eat a damn good burger.
Go to any of the top 10 and you'll eat a genuinely transcendent one.
What if, instead of describing this burger (go here to read about it), I just wrote down some of my favorite lines from the hit 1996 Mark Morrison song 'Return of the Mack'? Cool, here's the hook: Return of the Mack (it is) Return of the Mack (come on) Return of the Mack (oh my God) You know that I'll be back (here I am) Return of the Mack (once again) Return of the Mack (top of the world) Return of the Mack (watch my flow) You know that I'll be back (don't you know) If there is a better name for an Irish-influenced restaurant within a sports bar in the country, I don't want to know about it.
And yet, this was also the greatest trip of my entire life. The best burger in any one city might be in the dankest of dive bars, or in the fanciest of restaurants.
I sat in a diner on a violently windy day in El Reno, Oklahoma, and watched a 9-year-old shovel ice into my root beer while his dad kept one eye on my burger and the other on a particularly competitive This started as a fairly straightforward mission.
I was sick of having to rely on other people's opinions as to the greatest burger in America and I wanted to figure it out myself.
Finding the ones that matter takes you all through a city (and outside it) and helps you understand a city's geography, its class structure, its views on race.
I drank warm rum out of plastic cups in a carpeted bar in Cleveland during their first championship parade in 52 years.