Back in July when we traveled to a big city for a few days of rest and relaxation, my wonderful cousin, Brad, raved about a new burger joint and told us we had to try it.
(Thanks, Brad, for introducing us to one more way to clog our arteries… just kidding, mostly.)
Anyway, the name of the place he recommended was Five Guys.
Oh. My. Goodness.
Not only are the burgers huge – they’re delicious. Made fresh to order, you aren’t talking about some frozen patty here, folks. Fresh and bursting with flavor they serve up some of the best burgers we’ve ever eaten.
The thing that really made us drool like slobbering fools, though, is the fries.
Again, cut fresh right there and fried to a crispy golden brown with the skins on. Bags of potatoes greet you at the door and a sign lets all customers know where they purchased that day’s potatoes. Honest. You can read the sign and see that the spuds came from X Farm in Y town.
And beyond the fact I like how they support local potato growers, I love the fries. And they give them to you in abundance. Captain Cavedweller and I can easily split an order and still have plenty left we can’t eat.
Thinking it would be a long time before we had the opportunity to experience Five Guys again, we went to their website and discovered they recently opened a location only an hour from us.
FIve Guys… here we come!
She Who Has Great Cousins
