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Everyone has some nostalgic memory of their first hamburger. As a child of the ’80s, I idolized McDonald’s thanks to cleverly marketed meals that featured not only a small meaty patty but also a temporary distraction from my boredom — a plastic toy. On road trips, I would beg my parents ad nauseam to stop at the drive-through for a Happy Meal (though they never succumbed to my request).
Like so many others entering adulthood, my taste buds evolved over the years, and a Happy Meal doesn’t cut it anymore. …
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