When we first landed, we were flat broke, had nowhere to live, no jobs, and only enough money to survive for 90 days. The first meal we ate was at Dick’s. 
“Gimme a cheese, a deluxe, two fry, a chocolate, and large coke.” was spoken twenty more times before summer was over. Cheap, fast, and the best darned little burger I’d eaten in over a thousand miles. 
Mmm. A cheeseburger sounds good right about now. I wonder if that guy is still selling bubble tea 
out of the edge of QFC? It would give me a chance to stroll up Broadway and do a little window shopping.
Besides, I need a souvenir. 
Can you get a souvenir cheeseburger?
