When I re-evaluate the best burgers I've eaten in my life, the most memorable are usually from dives, greasy spoons, places where I can see, smell and hear beef patties sizzle on a grill, and the griddle is just a French fry toss away. It was like that the first time I had a TK Burger at its original location on PCH, in a shack not much bigger than a garden shed. The few tables it had surrounded the kitchen in a room so small it would probably have to be evacuated if the ventilation system ever crapped out. TK Burger has since grown and expanded to bigger and some would say better stores elsewhere. But I still trek to that seminal location to sit elbow-to-elbow with surfers, all of us inhaling the atomized beef fumes and rubbing our hands until our oh-so-fresh burgers... More >>>