“There’s a Johnny Rockets here. Would you like to eat there?” my companion asked me somewhat excitedly.
So we did have burgers there. As soon as we almost finished eating, we both admitted that it was a terrible idea. It’s not that the burgers were not good; they were delicious but too greasy for our stomach now. They were pretty much how we remembered last time we had them back when we lived in New York. And that’s pretty much the reason: Johnny Rockets triggered the memory of our life in New York.
