My definition of 'heaven' would consist of variety - things always come better in three's. It would come with lights and darks - none of which exceed the other in taste, comfort or level of excitedness. In my definition of 'heaven', sides aren't optional, they're mandatory. Give it a twist of great decor, just as equally like-minded patrons and a hip (but not so pretentious) neighborhood and you've got 8 oz. Burger Bar. It's my new obsession. I'm practically stalking it - arrest me!
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