Hamburgers sizzle as my nostrils expand with sight and smell. A young man barely old enough to work, methodically flips eight burgers at the same time. He flips frying each disk, fries sliding grease into some secret vat below the griddle. An alarm beeps and the French fries are ready. Am I done? My head and senses scream and I am sure these clothes will reek of grease with lingering smoke. Johnny Rockets has come alive as I watch the whipped cream dispensers top struggles to top as pale almond shake. How can I resist as my mouth waters for a sweet satisfaction!
