If I close my eyes, I can picture the cracked red-leather stool at the Steak ‘n’ Shake counter where I sat once a week for most of my childhood, spinning in circles and swinging my legs as I waited, antsy, for lunch. I can see the cooks in their white paper hats, lined up behind the griddle, singing and laughing and sweating all together. I can hear the sizzle of beef as they smash it from uniform, pink discs into crispy-edged patties.
Also love the baby pic💗
Loved this for all of its commentary 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻