Burgers for the road #3: Jack in the Box, Mount Shasta, CA

For sir: Sourdough Steak melt ("Marinated steak, American, Swiss-style and real Cheddar cheeses, grilled onions and Peppercorn Mayo sauce on toasted sourdough bread"). Not what I asked for, but that which I was given. This was like a steak sandwich served at 3:15pm in a pub near a large roundabout A-road somewhere in England. The pub has a strong smell of vinegar and complete collection of Heinz sauce sachets on each dirty table. The only other customers are three middle aged builders drinking pints of Fosters one of whom occasionally gets up to play the "Only Fools and Horses" fruit machine. There is an excess of mayonaisse and the meat is of very poor quality.
For madame: Sourdough Jack ("Beef patty topped with bacon, tomato, Swiss-style cheese, Mayo-Onion sauce, and ketchup on toasted sourdough bread"). It is ironic that the bread on this sandwich is shaped like a heart because it hates you. It particularly hates your digestive system (short term) and your cardio-vascular system (long term). Nonetheless, better than the steak melt.

Attempt to salvage something from visit: 2 x "Big Cheeseburger": This tasted like a burger you would get in a roller rink. No vegetable content, not even a pickle.

Fries: 1 x regular, 1 x curly. Passable.
To drink: root beer.

To put a tin lid on the trip, the Australian Hat shop ("Over 2000 Hats!") next door had gone bust. It's the economy stupid! Or the hats. Hard to call really.

Due to the extreme unpleasantness of this meal this may be the last entry in the "Burgers for the road series". Coming soon: hummus and celery: on the road again!

Addendum: Addendum: I heard in the changing rooms at Harbin Hot springs that Mount Shasta is the earth's crown chakra. It seemed a lot more like prostate chakra to me.