“What state is that?” asked the guy behind the counter, staring at my t-shirt. I resisted the urge to look down and check which shirt I was wearing.
“Oh,” he nodded as if I just confirmed his greatest suspicion. “We have a burger that contains Wisconsin cheese. You didn’t order it, though.”
“Ah! Too bad,” I said.
“Do you want Wisconsin cheese on your burger?”
I shrugged, “Sure!” After all, why not?
I learned why not. I did not get a cheeseburger; I got a cheese sandwich with hints of burger. The burger I ordered came with pepper-jack cheese. The guy who took my order then added close to a block of Wisconsin cheddar cheese. The cheese oozed out the sides and onto the plate and then dried that way. I couldn’t figure out how to eat it. And while it tasted great, turns out there is such a thing as too much cheese!
I do appreciate the thought! It is very thoughtful of people in Colorado Springs to watch over this cheesehead. It does make me wonder, though, what he would have said if the shirt was from Idaho. Is there a potato-burger out there somewhere?