there's something in the way it doesn't make me move, it's got me like no other burger
Kind of a lame title, but whatever, Internet, it takes a creation talent close to Jesus' to integrate Health Camp AND a Beatles song.
Health Camp is one of those places you go as a young Wacoan and go back to once a year or so when you've grown tired of some of the other things Waco has to offer. There's something comforting about burgers wrapped in paper (Char Burger, anyone? Holla, Deer Park, Texas natives!), shakes that could be consumed as a meal substitute OR act as the kind of meal topper that makes you unbutton the top button on your pants, and the somewhat less-than-friendly staff that bark your order number over the intercom (irony: the place doesn't even NEED an intercom. it's tiny). Yes, I'd even go as far to say that the burgers are mediocre (tough edges, not very juicy). Granted, I'm not jonesin' for read meat very often, but I like something decent when I do want it.
So why DO I go back, you ponder?
Perhaps I'm a sucker for chocolate shakes that are as pale as I am. Perhaps I like sitting on plastic furniture that I will inevitably stick to (this is Texas, people). Perhaps I like looking at the dozens of old pictures on the wall while I wait a good twenty minutes for a burger.
