This is going to be a mini post about mini burgers. What we did was not earth shattering. It’s not going to flip your script. I will hardly keep you up at night thinking about this entry. But, I do think that I will never make burgers in the same way again. Wait. Maybe that is revolutionary?

This is alls I’m saying: Instead of regular size burgers at a party, make lots of little ones, serve em on dinner rolls and call them sliders. People will at first make fun of you and ask why you are grilling meatballs, but they will feel ashamed when they come back for thirds. At which point you make them apologize before they get another one.

One more thing, my friend N exclusively serves what he calls “burger dogs.” He makes his meat in the shape of sausages or hot dogs or somewhere in the middle and then serves them on a long bun, restricting your bun-buying variety. That’s nice too.

Now you share. Best burger story wins.

Until then, let me ride…