A funny thing happened at lunch today. Jeremy wanted to take us to a burger joint none of us had been to before called Knowlwood, “Home of the World’s Best Hamburger.” The last time Jeremy got the idea he was going to take us to the “BOMB” spot, we ended up driving for almost an hour, damn near to San Diego, to eat bland hamburgers dressed up with fancy ingredients (like mango!) and cooked by So-Cal-Bros.
