My Favorite Hamburger in America
Strike it up to nostalgia for my youth in upstate New York, but I’ll take a Jackburger at the Jumpin’ Jacks Drive-In in Scotia, New York, over any other burger in the country. Grilled on a large charcoal pit, the double patties are topped with melted cheese, cole slaw, and an option of grilled onions. The addiction is so strong that I drag my family here every summer from Boston, a 3-hour trek to down this mouthwatering stack of meat. Order the Jack with fries, onion rings, and a thick milk shake while waiting in line. When the food is ready, wander over to the picnic tables with views of the Mohawk River. The only problem is that I try to take my time eating the burger, but it’s gone within minutes. Then I get sad knowing that I no longer live in the tri-city area and have to wait another year to down my next Jackburger. Opening on March 31st for their 59th season, I’m already planning my upcoming visit!
Your series on “active eating” this week Steve has been nothing short of awesome! Places like Jack’s, local institutions, are unfortunately a dying breed. We should be taking advantage of their existence, bypassing all of the franchise McPlaces that are only helping the extinction of such treasures.
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I agree, Mike. I think you’re also going to like my next pick tomorrow. It’s a Chicago institution!