I met up with my Aunt and Uncle yesterday to eat lunch.
We ate at “The Diner” in Pigeon Forge, Tennesse.
I ordered an “Elk Burger.” My Uncle ordered one of the other burgers that they have on the menu.
I’d never had Elk, and the menu said it was Sweet Tasting, so I ordered it.
We sat outside under the umbrella table while my Uncle went in and ordered.
When he brought the food out, both the burgers looked alike—the same items on the side: Lettuce, Tomato, Onion, and a pickle spear.
Both burgers had American Cheese as well.
So, we weren’t sure which one was the Elk Burger…
Mine tasted like a hamburger, and my Uncle said his tasted like a hamburger.
Now, I don’t want you to think the burgers were not excellent because they were—big juicy burgers with lots of flavors.
We just didn’t know which one was the “Elk Burger.”
It didn’t matter to me which burger I was eating, though.
It was nice sitting outside on a cool, sunny day and enjoying lunch with my family.
In the end, though, we don’t know which one of us ate the “Elk Burger.”
Thanks for buying my lunch, Uncle. I love you.