Olive Burgers = Mana from Heaven

A friend of mine suggested that I refrain from writing about the mundane. So, being a good listener, I'm writing about an olive burger. In my defense, there is nothing mundane about this particular olive burger. I've lived in Lansing a long time and have never been to Dagwood's Bar & Grille. Don and I ate dinner there last evening, mainly for me to try their olive burger. We each had one, then in an example of total a submission to cholesterol and greasy goodness, we each ordered another. Don was right, they were great. It's certainly true that food that is the worst for you does in fact taste the best. Whatever artery clogging that is certainly taking place was well worth it. Eh, I'll probably go to Dagwood's after my angioplasti to celebrate with those glorious burgers. If you get the chance I would highly recommend stopping there. Those of you who no longer live in Lansing, I'm sure you can find a good olive burger wherever you live, not sure it would be as good though. Dag's (I've been there once and now I can shorten the name like I've been going there for years) is not a place for kids though. If I had asked for a kids menu, they probably would have brought me a shot of Wild Turkey, with no crayons even. But, it does have plenty of atmosphere and was a lot cleaner that I thought it would be. Along with the heavenly olive burgers the conversation was great, the waitress was cute, which all makes for an evening well spent.