Ever noticed when you visit someone in another part of the country, they always champion their own burger joint?
Blah blah blah. Let's settle this once and for all by demolishing the shitty food court of a depressing suburban mall, and replacing it with one of each of the following.
OK, so I'm joking about Jack in the Box.
Actually I've only been to J-in-the-B once, and that was in the City of Yuma (of 3:10 to fame). As you would expect it was as hot as hell, and I was served by a young Latina whose name began with an X. It might have been Xanathadol or Xylitol, but I think the second one is a type of sugar?
I digress. Burger election! Let democracy reign.