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On the way to work I noticed a run down shack off Memorial with a small homemade sign in front that said "Home of the Ghetto Burger". The place looked like it had been closed for 20 years but I mentioned it to Melissa. She did some research and discovered that it was actually called "Anne's Snack Shack", had won the best Burger in Atlanta award several times, and was still open!
She also found out Anne was about to retire and planned to close down the Snack Shack because she didn't want anyone else running it.
Naturally we checked it out. We walked in to find Anne and her husband grilling burgers and looking quite angry. There was only room for 12 customers, on bar
stools. There was a large sign with 10 rules printed on it. The sign looked like it had been there for 50 years. One rule was "No cussing in the Snack Shack", another was "No standing your babies on the counter", another was "No leaning on the counter". Melissa picked up a menu and pointed to one of the few items listed on it; "
Hambugers". She's quick to notice miss-spellings. After being ignored for 20 minutes, some customers left and a couple of
stools opened. Anne's husband gestured to the
stools, we sat, and he took my order. I order the classic Ghetto Burger with everything. Melissa watched as they grilled the meat, mixing in onions. As we waited for the food, another customer tried to order but he couldn't remember what his wife wanted. He asked if he could use Anne's phone and Anne snapped "You ain't
usin my phone!". Eventually, Anne's husband handed me a 3 pound brown paper sack which contained my Ghetto Burger.
It was a spectacular burger. One of the best I've ever had...if not the best. Here is a picture of me trying to eat the monster.