We drove to Trū Burger.
Indeedy! A friend of mine picked us up and we drove less than 1 1/2 blocks to to gorge ourselves on delicious burgers "brought to us by Burgau" on Oak Street. Is there something wrong with this picture?
After piling out of the car, we stepped inside and quickly ordered from the simple menu at the counter. Turning around to pick out a table, I admired the simple, modern concept of the the decor, but still found myself aching for a jukebox. Regardless of the intention, Trū Burger still holds a hint of 50's nostalgia for me and I had to fight the yearning for saddle shoes and poodle skirts.
I ordered "The Truth" burger, house-ground Angus beef patty cooked medium and topped with thin-fried onion rings, Swiss cheese and Trū Sauce. It was on special alongside Jalapeno Poppers and the "Deep South" burger topped with fried green tomato and Pimento cheese. I had no difficulty gobbling "The Truth" down along with half an order of fries.
Since I am on the subject of confessions, I must also admit that I had been to Trū Burger before. Not too long ago, they started a special on hand dipped corn dogs and it was like I was hypnotized. I couldn't get corn dogs out of my brain. I mean honestly, when was the last time you ate a hand-dipped corn dog? And, as if you really needed me to tell you, those were fantastic, too!
By the way, the rain started pouring down not long after we squished ourselves back into the car, so I didn't feel that guilty on the long drive home.