World's Best Burger

I'm depressed.

I've found the world's best burger, and it happened right here in Downtown Los Gatos. It's the sort of depression, hypoxia aside, one would get on scaling the summit of Everest. Where do you go from here? Simple, downhill. I can't imagine anything to rival such an item of splendour.

The beef was from pasture reared cattle, the cheese was Swiss. The jalapenos were grilled and mushrooms sauteed to perfection. Bacon? Crispy. Bun? Inoffensive. Salad? Without tomatoes. What more can a man ask for? Chips? No complaints.

I didn't want this moment to end, but when it did, I summoned the manager so I could share my joy with her.