Monday, 29 March 2010
Trying again for the Krystal Hall of Fame
I've written many times about my passion for Krystal hamburgers, a Southern institution. Since the 1930s, they've been making small perfect burgers that melt in your mouth.
I tried to get into their Hall of Fame a few years ago but I didn't make the cut. How unfair as there is no one more devoted to Krystals than I am. When I went back to Mississippi for my god-daughter's wedding, she realized that my passion needed feeding. Here she is with a sack of them:
Since I got married and moved to England, my visits to Krystal on trips home to the South have been highlights! I have been known to get off the plane from London and drive straight to a Krystal the same night.
I don't know how many times my childhood friend Brenda and I have had pictures taken holding a Krystal box, but here's the latest one:
While I was in Jackson recently, I made secret Krystal trips that I couldn't admit to people. Even before the wedding reception with all the food that would be there, I went to a drive-through for a secret Krystal. When the meat and onion and moist bun hit my mouth, I was in heaven. Those hamburgers just melt in your mouth when they are hot off the grill.
Here's a link to one of my earlier posts about Krystal. I just can't shut up about it until I finally get into the Hall of Fame....
An earlier Krystal post