Last week we made our annual pilgrimage to Saratoga Springs, home of… well, springs.
Sadly it was a very short trip this year. So short, we didn’t get to see even one spring. That, however, is not the real source of feeling blue. No, this is about something even sadder than missing the springs. Our favorite burger place closed.
No more red, hot, and blue burgers. No more blue buffalo burgers. It was nice knowing you, salt & pepper fries. We didn’t even get to say good bye to our favorite waiter, a young man who remembered us from year to year. He would be a senior in high school now. We’ll never know what his plans are for the future and whether or not those plans will involve welding. If I’m remembering correctly, last year he built a cannon or something similar for class. Made every part himself, down to the bolts.
Yes, these are sad times. I think I may need to duplicate my favorite -the blue buffalo burger: a juicy buffalo burger served with pickled red onion, goat cheese, and a blueberry barbecue sauce. We will have a memorial service here, bid them farewell, and drown our sorrows in burgers and beer. The Blue Buffalo burger has now gone to the place of legends, just like Babe, the Blue Ox.