I am a burger-and-shake kind of guy. It's a simple formula: beef on some sort of starch; ice cream and milk. These are things I like. These are things with which you can get creative. I freely admit that I'm a picky eater, but if you can find basic ingredients I enjoy, then I'll take a chance on practically any combination you can think of that isn't an obvious health hazard. And even then, I'm willing to make exceptions. Burgers and shakes are perfect canvases for culinary artistry, assuming you can describe runaway barbeque sauce and haphazard onion rings as "culinary artistry."
Oh man. Now I want a burger. Let's talk about milkshakes.
I kinda want a milkshake, too.
I think I'm going to start this post over again.
I want a burger and a milkshake.