The first year I lived in New York, I tried a different burger every week to find my favorite burger in New York.
Shake Shack is good, but it's no In-N-Out.
I really like hamburgers and French fries, and I don't consider myself some kind of gourmand.
I'm all about fashion, cheeseburgers and bright-red lipstick.
I would love to eat a really great burger, but it doesn't exist in our part of the world.
I'm a big guy, but I'm really simple with the food. I'll hit the In-N-Out or just the regular buffets.
I love cheeseburgers; I love fries, cheese curds, the list goes on.
In recent years, perhaps encouraged by competition from McDonald's, the British hamburger has become a credit to the nation. At the time of which I speak, it looked like a scorched beer-coaster or a tenderized disc brake.
In L.A., there's In-N-Out burgers. I'm the biggest fan of that.
The hamburgers in America are the best in the world.
I always want to find the best burger in town.
The best food is in Chicago. There are great restaurants everywhere, from fancy places to burger joints.
You can find your way across this country using burger joints the way a navigator uses stars.
Since Londoners started taking their burgers as seriously as the Americans do, discerning burger lovers have come out of the woodwork to judge every component from buns to pickles, patties to cheeses.
One week I'll get pancakes at Bongo Room, the next week I go to Kuma's Corner. But I always end up at Coldstone. I love ice cream.
McDonald's doesn't suck. It's just not Wendy's. Wendy, she's much prettier than Ronald McDonald.
