I miss Kwik Trip cheeseburgers. We zipped up to the Medium White North for a friend's birthday party this weekend and on our way out of town- fighting some nasty sleet, ice and snow which had fallen the night before we stopped to get gas, some Diet Dew and yes, a cheeseburger at the local Kwik Trip.
It's hard to describe just how awesome these cheeseburgers are, because they're not. That may seem like a total contradiction, but these things aren't going to win any Zagat awards anytime soon. The buns are usually squished down some, the meat patty is pathetically thin and the cheese has usually long since congealed to the top of your anorexic meat patty long before you even pick up the burger and take a long hard look at it. They're terrible. And yet, they're oddly delicious. There's something wonderful about the basic, cheap cheeseburger that is just so satisfying- I mean, they're cheap and usually they're 2 for $2.22- and they're great with onions and ketchup or just by themselves, bun, meat and cheese.
Maybe it's nostalgia. Maybe they just became like the go-to cheap food I always grabbed when coming back down to Iowa City from Mankato. But really and truly, proximity to these terrible, wonderful cheeseburgers might be enough to overcome my distaste for Minnesota winters should the Missus and I find ourselves looking at a move back northwards.
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