Read me write

Dear Smashburger,

Our fist time together was nothing short of magical. The tastes, the mouthfuls, the absolutely amazing flavors. I'll never forget it.

Our second time together wasn't quite as memorable. I thought for just a second that perhaps I had been mistaken about the wonder of our first time, but as I thought it through I knew that wasn't true. And because I knew that it had been blissful the first time, I gave you another chance. I mean maybe you were just having an off day that second time.

Now that I have had you three times I am wondering if perhaps I just got lucky that first time. I'm sorry, this third time has only managed to side step disaster. Barely. The tastes, mouthfuls, and flavors were almost there, but you were just too raw, too oiled, and less than desirable. The chemistry just wasn't there. I am disappointed, I am turned off, I am at a loss as to what happened.

Someday we may come together again, but I have a feeling its going to be a while. You see.

I discovered my old fling and found that the tastes, mouthfuls, and flavors you gave me that first time were there all along in my old fling. And then some.

So good bye for now.

Until we meet again.

Love Rose

I'm making my move,

There is no turning back,

Now this burger was good, it was darned good!

Homemade-BBQ-gourmet-burger

the best way to go, really.

No restaurant can top it.

Seriously ;D