Joe Metheny Burger Stand Novels & Stories

"so what are you doing back?" "I couldn't just pretend that we arnt... mates" I paused. "I need to... decide what I want to do... we need to talk.. properly" He nodded, before replying "Joe's?" --- Joe's was a retro diner in the centre of town. It was the main place to hang out as he would hand out free milkshakes on a Friday. The white and red tiled floor and lush leather booths looked exactly the same, the old juke boxes still humming away happily.

He glanced at his watch and then turned to us. “Anybody up for a burger and some milkshakes? My treat.” “Leo had a hamburger yesterday, but I’m game,” I said. “Mom, seriously, I could survive on cheeseburgers. And milkshakes. Yes, please.”Awesome,” Jaxon said, turning left at the next street. A few minutes later, we were parked at The Burger and Shake Place. The place hadn’t been here fifteen years ago. The sign had a big cartoon man who held a passing resemblance to Homer Simpson, shoving a burger into his mouth and dousing his head with a milkshake. “Charming,” I said, eyeing the goofy sign. “Yeah. It’s their thing,” Jaxon said. “But the food’s great. Come on.” As we walked in, Jaxon's pho

“If you want, I’ll bring one home for your room.” He laughed, loud and bright, echoing through the space. Staff smiled politely, but I caught their shock. Zane Romano, marble-cold by reputation, letting a child hold his attention completely. We sat at a corner table, black leather chairs with high backs. The waiter appeared with menus, but I didn’t bother. “Kid’s burger. Extra cheese.” Ash leaned in, whispering not-so-quietly, “Papi, do they really have burgers here? It looks like a salad place.”

Cherish slid onto the bench around the concrete table at The Burger Inn, a drive-up burger joint that has been around since her parents were teenagers. Luckily, the April weather was still cool enough to make eating outdoors bearable or Cherish would have insisted on someplace else to meet her mother for a midweek lunch. Of course, with the sour look on Valerie Driscoll's face, Cherish wished she had picked a better lunch companion as well. "If you weren't in the mood to go to lunch, why didn't you call and tell me?" Cherish asked as she stabbed her Diet Coke with a straw. "It's not like I don't have a ton of crap to do."