Burgers and fries has become a fairly popular meal option in England but we don't eat that combination all the time. Surprisingly, most of us view eating out or having takeaway food delivered as something of a treat. Mostly we cook from scratch, peeling or chopping vegetables then boiling, frying or roasting. I guess we are kind of weird that way.
Today was my birthday and for our celebratory evening meal, Shirley and I decided to travel back in time to the 1970's - to the city's first proper American burger joint - specialising in burgers and fries. God - we hadn't been in there in thirty years. I don't know why - because it was always very good. It used to be known as "Uncle Sam's Chuck Wagon" but for years after it was known as "Uncle Sam's Diner". Now it's simply "Uncle Sam's"
Like the menu, the interior had hardly changed. I ordered Sam's Special topped with white cheese sauce, bacon and salad. The burger itself was of course expertly flame-grilled. We also had a side order of onion rings plus "Birra Moretti" - Italian lager.
A Sam's Special is hard to hold in two hands but I managed to do it without collapse or a massive side squidge. It was heavenly.
I told the young waitress that we hadn't been there in decades and admittedly, just to impress her, I lied by saying that I had been mates with the diner's founder - a fellow called Uncle Sam who lived at Whirlowdale. I am not sure that she believed me. To be truthful, I don't really know who Uncle Sam was.
Earlier in the evening, after nursery school, the two granddaughters came to see us with their doting parents. We had a "Bosh!" birthday cake and prosecco and they sang me "Happy Birthday!". Phoebe gave me a card she had made herself and Margot dumped in her nappy (American: diaper) just to let us know that she was there.
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