Curt and I totally blew our diet (again) today. Oh wait, the You Complete Me moment is happening on Jerry Maguire. False alarm. Okay, months ago Oprah let her BFF, Gayle King, do a tour of America's best hamburgers. We were thrilled to see that number 10 on the list was in the Big D. Ever since, we've been meaning to visit Keller's Drive-in. Tonight was the night since Jackson missed his afternoon nap and was not in any mood to let mommy and daddy eat at Macaroni Grill. How long, O Lord?
There are two Keller's locations - one in a cooler part of Dallas and the other, well, not so much. The not so much location was closer to us. So we drove deep into Harry Hines Boulevard - a dodgy highway lined with bazaars, liquor stores, and massage parlors. We pulled into a run-down looking place that was packed with cars. This is number 10? We almost left but decided to persevere. We turned on our blinker to alert the car hop of our presence. In the back, cars were packed in 4 deep. I'm not sure what was going on. Apparently you can purchase longnecks there and have them brought to your car. Some of them seemed to be there for the long haul.
We only stayed long enough to get our food. Then we searched for a long time to find a nice-looking parking lot to eat in before our fries got cold. We ended up at Speed Zone, where we were entertained by the towers of bungee swings while we ate the burgers of our lives.
Low expectations, people. Low expectations. These were the best burgers we've ever had or even dreamed of. I'm ruined for any other burger for the rest of my life. (Which may help my diet!) I can't even describe it well enough to try. I said to Curtis, "Babe, if this was number 10, imagine what number 1 would be!" Just go there. After you try Scalini's.