We used to frequent a little hole in the wall greasy spoon type of joint after an all night drinking and dancing night. They served a thing called the Triple Missile Burger that was as big as a dinner plate, three stories high, with everything they had in the back on it. We'd stop in around 2-3 am with whatever women we picked up that night, and share the burger and a triple order of fries between the four of us. Of course, we'd pay for it the next day, but it tasted awesome and felt great in the belly after hours of beer and booze.

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1987 560SL
85,000 miles