Strolling along old cobbled streets. Looking for a bite to eat. No fussy morsel but a meaty. Wholesome. Treat.
There’s only one place. A popular haunt.
Butch Annie’s. Burger joint.
Close to the market. Slightly hidden and missed, across from TK Maxx. There’s a doorway.
An A-shaped board tempts, try the ‘Butch Jack’. Stairs leading down. Glimpse the neon burger sign.
The meat you can smell. Beer on view.
Please take a seat. Vegetarians too.
The anticipation, the memories. We know what we want. Craft beer, salty fries. Smokey Joe, the Classic Butch. We’ve been here before. Warm and laidback.
Burgers recommended but puddings – ignore!
Holding hands, kisses. A friendly place.
When you feel secure (never the first date). Remember. These burgers are real. They’re packed full of taste. Juicy. Napkins are given. You’ll need ‘em.
Dim, not too dark. Music, not too loud.
Burgers eaten and beer gone. Evening’s begun. We are warm. Full. Satisfied.
Goodbye Butch Annie’s, we won’t be gone long.
Eaten by Emma and Lucy. Written by Emma. Enjoyed by both as always. A restaurant recommended.