Joe Metheny Burger Stand Novels & Stories

Normally, I'd opt for a salad to balance out the meal, but today my hunger outweighed any concerns about calories. As I waited for my card to process, I surveyed the bustling burger joint. Every table seemed occupied until my gaze landed on a familiar figure tucked away in a corner – Dr. Lawson. It was unexpected to see him here, engrossed in a book with a half-eaten burger in hand. His deliberate chewing and intense focus on the pages painted a curious picture.

“Let’s go. I’m feeling for some beef burgers.” ****** I got the beef burgers from his favourite restaurant, made especially for him by a Michelin starred chef, whose daughter is one of his biggest fans, and we were having them at the back of the van as it moved steadily towards the B.A.D. HQ. “This is the first time I’ve seen a quadruple-deck, without buns and veg,” said I, staring in awe as the superstar took another big bite. As he chewed, he noticed me watching, and, in a swift motion, bumped my hand upwards.

So, Chris was raised as the Beta heir. Could you say pranksters? They pulled shit off that put some of Caiathus’ and mine to shame. Magical markets gave them plenty of tools of the trade so that they could pull some funny shit. Dante and I could be the trouble duo of the century. We stopped by a drive-thru to get burgers for lunch. By the gods, fast food had gotten so much better. “Deliciousness in its finest,” I said, groaning. “Abso-fucking-lutely, babe. There’s this hole-in-the-wall burger joint in the neutral territory back home that I’ll take you to. Davies has the best fucking burgers you’d ever eat,” he said, tipping his cup towards me.

HELEN’S P.O.V. There is something jarring about eating a cheeseburger three hours after watching your son rewrite the laws of physics. We were at "Joe’s Grill," a retro diner on the outskirts of the Crescent Moon territory. It was the kind of place that smelled permanently of onions and floor wax, with red vinyl booths that cracked under your legs and a jukebox playing hits from a decade ago. It was aggressively normal. And yet, the atmosphere inside was anything but.

“You’re so smart, Joan. That mind of yours won’t let up until I tell you everything, will it?” She smiled. “I love that you get me.” He kissed her. “Let’s talk over dinner. How about burgers? This place looks good?” He pointed to Bareburger, a restaurant just up from where they stood on Laguardia Place. He was starving now that they weren’t fighting anymore. “It’s perfect. French fries and burgers are perfect. Let’s go.” He led her there and opened the door for her. She made a beeline for a corner, pale green booth, and sat down without ceremony.

he says, grinning. “Men, can we go?” I tease. Their eyes sweep me over. Brandon says, “You look good.” “I know,” I reply with a smile. We drive to McCurvy’s, the best burger spot in town. Memories rush back of my off-days here—Singapore noodles, fish burgers, Wi-Fi, and people from all walks of life. Inside, I notice renovations. Likely new ownership. We take a corner booth. “What will you have, Princess?” Brandon asks.

her voice trailed off with a faint bit of guilt. “That's okay, it's no big deal,” Sabrina said. “I’ll just grab some burgers and be home soon.” Halfway to home, Sabrina pulled up to a little burger stand that was on the side of the road. They had the best burgers in town, though nobody would have ever guessed. The small stand looked like it would have fallen over if a stiff breeze had blown by it. Even so, there was still a line of cars, all filled with locals who knew just how good the food was.

I said with a grin, nudging him lightly with my shoulder as we walked out of his office. He cracked a small smile. “And I thought we were both choosing where to eat tonight.” “Yeah, yeah,” I teased. “That was just to make you feel included. We both know you were gonna suggest Joe’s Pub again.” “Hey,” he protested, holding up a finger. “They have the best burgers in the city.” “Which is exactly why I’m not letting you pick. I have something better in mind.” He looked at me suspiciously. “Define better.”

Thankful for his thoughtfulness, I nodded my agreement. After closing the door, he hopped into the car. Jonathan started the engine, and we drove off. The cool evening air rushed past us as Hector and Jonathan exchanged a few words and chatted about pack business. Driving through the city, I watched the lights pass by. Jonathan navigated the car expertly, and soon, we arrived at the burger place Hector had mentioned. It was a small but cozy place, and the smell of delicious burgers and fries filled the air. We stepped inside, and the warm atmosphere and friendly staff made us feel welcome.