So in the craziness of this past weekends with photo sessions and concerts hunger kicked in.  We made a pit stop at Steak n Shake.  I really wanted one of those paper hats they have but this particular location didn’t have any out.  And the server wasn’t the most attentive ever, so I just decided to scrap it till another visit.

The burger was bigger than me and the shake froze my little plastic brain.  Ok, so I’m messing with you, the burger and shake are a picture.  But I really did go to Steak n Shake.

But I do think a burger, a shake and myself are American classics.