"To my surprise, the first thing I noticed was how limited the options were. This was definitely not the same menu. The next shock was the $22 hamburger. I took off my glasses and rubbed my eyes, thinking I must be seeing things—there was no way I just read $22 for a hamburger. But I had read it correctly; it was actually $22.50. I can't help but wonder what key ingredient that extra 50 cents covered.
Feeling hungry and having driven a whole mile for food, I decided to go with the Bleu Burger, cooked medium. I should have ordered it medium rare, or maybe I shouldn’t have ordered it at all. When it finally arrived, I let it sit at the bar, growing cold and unappetizing, much like my spirits. I chewed my double shot of Cazadores, pretending it was the cheesesteak sandwich I longed for, washed it down with the half beer Louise had shared with me, and listened as she lamented the challenges of being a Mercedes owner."
