Novel & Cerita Joe Metheny Burger Stand

"Their burgers are Magnifique." "Oh my god, I love it when you speak another language. It's turning me on," he groaned as he shifted a bit in his seat. I smiled. "Eyes on the road, and maybe I could do something about that itch." "Yes, ma'am," he said. I laughed. The drive wasn't long, but we held hands most of the ride until we arrived at Big Jack's Diner. It was owned by Jordan's dad, who worked after his dad and so on until they hit the first generation who started the business.

Grant tells her. “How about going to Joes, its not far and we can sit in the corner facing the door. He does a mean burger and his steaks aren’t bad?” Amber suggests, Grant nods giving her a small smile. He makes sure he doesn’t see Jane’s car again. Parking around the back of the carpark so his car can’t be seen from the road. They walk into Joes and as its still midweek the place isn’t too busy. They take the table nearest the corner and sit down. They know what they want, so order with their drinks.

As Uncle Mateo owned the burger joint, I could have just gone upstairs to our apartment; he wouldn’t have cared. I stood there waiting for the usual smirk of disgust to appear on Jackson’s face at the sight of me, but to my surprise, it wasn’t there today. “I’ll have my usual, the Smokehouse Burger. Make it double today, and add grilled onions, tomato, and double bacon. In the combo with the curly fries and my usual coffee, black, two sugars, thank you, Daisy.” Jackson said in a way quite different from how any of them ever spoke to me. “Sure, no problem eating in today with your brother and your unit?” I asked.

Once out the other side and around a few corners, we were on a street lined with restaurants and shops, and bustling with people in the afternoon sunlight. “Are hamburgers all right for lunch?” Wesley asked. “There’s a great little hamburger stand over there,” he said, gesturing down one end of the street, “and then I figured we could do fish and chips or clam chowder at my favorite restaurant on the pier for dinner?” “That sounds perfect,” I smiled, and he led the way towards the stand he had mentioned. We ordered and ate quickly, sitting on a bench and chatting and people watching as we finished our meal. Then we made our way into the closest shop to purchase what we needed for the rest of

"Five minutes to walk there. Twenty minutes to eat. Then straight to the room. If your father calls and you aren't at your desk, this never happens again. Understood?" "Understood," I said, trying to hide the excitement in my voice. The burger joint was small, loud, and smelled like heaven. It was a "hole-in-the-wall" place with hockey jerseys pinned to the ceiling and sawdust on the floor. It was the exact kind of place my father would hate. We sat at a high top table in the back. Mark sat with us this time. He didn't stand behind my chair. He sat at the head of the table, looking at the menu like it was a mission briefing.

"I just want a nice, quiet evening. Don't give me any trouble, and I won't cause any." Vince nods. "We have the best burgers in town. They come with fries or slaw. I'll give you a minute to look over the menu." He returns to the bar and stands beside Mercy, who stares at the widescreen, watching a soccer game but occasionally throwing a glance my way.

“I hate this place!” Even Six’s lips turned down in disgust as he hunted the motherfucker down. It was the worst of all of the motels. Old and dilapidated, outdated—sure, I could handle that. Disgusting, dirty, probably hadn’t been cleaned in months, and infested with bugs was too much. Why wasn’t the place shut down? “At least they shut down the restaurant. I can’t imagine how bad that place would be,” I said as I shivered in disgust. “Today’s special is our Joe’s Apartment burger, topped off with locally cultivated roaches. So local, they come from our own walls.”

There was no reason for him to know. Funnily enough, Tony had actually been to the Hard Rock Cafe a couple times. Once with Ethan and once with some guys from the shop. It was pretty awesome. They had this burger with a sunnyside up egg on it that made him start to salivate. Screw Wawa. Dillon had the right idea. He needed that burger and he needed it yesterday. "S'go! Yo, got a 'lil secret to tell ya. Breath a word of it to anyone, and yer toast, kid," he warned as he pulled out his wallet, flipped it open, and pulled out his fake ID. To know Ethan had a perk or two.

Inside the old building was a strange-looking hotel reception, with black marble floors and all the walls and ceiling covered in mirrors. "If I find out Hank sent me to an S&M club I'll kill him." Matt said through gritted teeth. Before I could worry, I found a sign at the back of the room pointing to the restaurant entrance: The Lion. It was like crossing a portal. The Lion was a burger place, with all the walls covered with old wooden box crates and dimmed lighting. There were no waiters. You would place your order at the counter and eat it on the industrial metal stools near the shared high tables. All surfaces were scribbled with signatures and sentences from customers.

Ashton opened the back door, put the shopping bags inside, then got in the driver’s seat. “Do you mind if we eat out? Somewhere nearby?” Ashton asked. “Can you wait a little longer?” “Sure. Whatever you want.” The car pulled out of the parking lot and onto the street. Ashton kept looking left and right, looking for a restaurant. Hannah spotted a burger stand and pointed reflexively. “Burgers!” “They’re greasy and unhealthy,” Ashton remarked. “Think of your baby, Hannah.” “I need protein!” “Okay, Roger that,” Ashton replied with a grin.