I miss having my favorite place to eat. I miss the food. I miss the people. I miss Jenny and her unique brand of service. I miss Stephen playing with my daughter on breaks from the kitchen. I miss Tom’s food. I miss hanging out there with my friends.
I want a Diablo with wedges and a ginger tea. I want fried pickles and about a gallon of Tom’s homemade ranch dressing. I want a buffalo chicken sandwich with fries. I want Burgermeister’s.