For the longest, the phrase “comfort food” for me was synonymous with my great grandmother’s chili, my mother’s lasagna, or my aunt’s chicken noodle soup. Nowadays, nothing seems to hit the spot and warm my soul like a great cheeseburger.
I’m not talking your fast food, overpriced drive-thru deluxe. I’m talking about succulent quality beef cooked to perfection, real melty cheese, fresh lettuce and tomato, and just a little ketchup — maybe some bacon and a hit of barbecue sauce for a little razzle dazzle. Is your mouth watering yet, or am I the only one about to open the Door Dash app?
Pair this with some fresh straight cut or steak fries? All I need afterwards is a good nap.