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I
was
a
bit
nervous
and
apprehensive
the
first
time
I
was
approached
with
a
proposition
to
take
out
Five
Guys.
Honestly,
I
had
far
less
experience
in
this
culinary
genre
than
the
typical
burger-munchin
babe.
I’ve
experimented
before
with
Two
Guys,
two
brats
(bros)
and
a
well
stocked
round
of
condomints.
But
that's
sort
of
par
for
the
course
for
a
girl
like
me
who
grew
up
on
a
steady
diet
of
Bananas
n
Pajamas.
My
experiences
in
other
assorted
meaty
burger
combos,
such
the
Two
Girls,
One
Bun,
and
the
Pig
In
A
Blanket,
was
more
limited.
One
Time
I
even
waltzed
with
Two
Guys
a
Girl
And
A
Pizza
Place.
I've
been
to
Brazilian
Robbins
and
shared
a
scoop
of
chocolate
mousse
with
another
gal;
not
in
a
cone,
butt
served
in
a
cup,
as
in
Two
Girls,
One
Cup,
two
spoons,
don't
forget
to
bring
plenty
of
extra
napkins.
Things
can
get
awfully
messy
down.
But
prancing
across
an
all
American
eatery
to
place
an
order
for
some
juicy
brats
,
hefty
hearty
buns,
and
curly
fries,
I
was
a
bit
intimidated,
at
least
at
first.
The
prospect
was
made
even
more
daunting
when
I
realized
that
I
would
be
ordering
from
a
queue
of
Five
Guys.
Each
time
I
circled
back
to
ponder
whether
to
tackle
the
challenge
all
at
once,
or
divide
and
conquer,
I
asked
myself,
"Oh
god,
Becky.
What
if
all
this
extra
protein
makes
me
look
fat?”
The
prospect
of
others
seeing
me
surrounded
by
five
hefty
quarter-pound
burgers,
crinkly
paper,
napkins,
sauce
stains,
and
mustard
packets,
I
worried
to
myself:
“Oh
my
god,
Becky.
What
if
my
friends
see
me
and
think
I’m
a
GLUT!?”
Fortunately,
Five
Guys
offered
me
a
calorie-conscious
desert
menu.
Combined
with
a
complementary
scoop
of
in-house,
Him-made
Whipped
Cream
toppings,
i
had
never
experienced
a
sugar
free
dessert
so
delightful.
It
was
quite
an
eye
full.
I
have
to
admit
This
was
one
of
the
most
eye
opening
and
enlightening
burger
adventures
that
I’ve
ever
encountered…either
behind
or
in
front
of
said
counter.
One
fry
daddy
can
be
quite
the
mouthful,
but
facing
a
solid
bank
of
cash-machines,
card
swipers,
and
newfangled
chip
readers,
all
before
you
even
get
to
sit
down
and
give
the
fried
Potatoes
a
close
visual
Inspection;
it
can
leave
a
petite
little
blonde
like
me
somewhat
overwhelmed
by
the
sheer
magnitude
of
the
demsnds
of
the
industry.
So
many
choices.
Where
does
one
swipe
their
card?
Or
are
we
doing
this
COVID
baby,
talking
bout
that
NFC.
Five
sharply-dressed
burger
boys
standing
resolute
bean-hind
my
counter.
Furious
fingers
dangling
at
the
ready
to
punch
in
my
ticket?!
Now,
That’s
a
lot
of
spare
change
at
the
Front
register!
I
certainly
hope
they
know
in
which
drawer
to
stick
it.
I'd
feel
guilty
if
my
brief
distraction
left
them
liable
for
the
ticket.
I'm
just
satisfied
that
when
their
finger
touched
that
nickle,
they
knew
just
how
to
flick
it.
Little
did
I
know,
that
my
superb
dine-in
experience
that
day
would
leave
such
a
lasting
impact
on
my
Five
Guys
restaurant
sentiment,
that
I
would
choose
to
return
to
my
local
third,
fourth
and
fifth
(wise)
guy,
each
and
every
Saturday
night,
for
as
long
as
this
little
booted
babe
enjoyed
the
spicy
taste
of
charbroiled
chicken
fillets.
I
can’t
express
my
sincere
gratitude
to
the
band
of
merry
burgermeisters
at
my
local
Five
Guys
diner.
From
the
to-die-for
fondue
bacon-chicken
wrap,
To
the
Five
little
smokies
style
bratwurst
that
i
enjoyed
both
in-store,
as
well
as
some
fancy
Fourth
meal
fair,
after
takeout
,
later
that
same
evening.
The
challenge,
five
for
one,
one-five
dive,
was
met
with
eager
gustatory
zeal
and
mouth
watering
appeal.
There's
five
eager
beavers
behind
that
counter
and
they
each
deserve
a
raise.
Im
a
brave
Burger
babe.
I
hope
you
will
come
down
to
visit
me
and
the
boys.
It'll
be
fun
for
all.
Caboose
or
locomotive.
It's
fine
by
me,
as
I
conduct
this
train.
Choo!
Chew!
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