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| - "Here they come on the run with a burger on a bun
And a cold dab of Coke on the side,
Oh, your taste they will tickle with a cold dill pickle,
And all of their potatoes are fresh fried fried fried.
Their burgers can't be beat 'cause they grind their own meat.
Grind, grind, grind, grind, grind....."
My apologies to the Flintstones, but somehow Mr. K's reminds me of that jingle sung by Wilma and Betty. Mr. K's may actually have been around since I was a kid, so I guess that's why I'm reminded of the way burger joints used to be.
That's the way Mr. K's still is. Burgers that taste like beef, crispy fries with a slight taste of salty burger-grease, onion rings with real onions inside (if you can't make up your mind, order "frings" and you'll get a mixed order of rings and fries.... heavenly), and homemade shakes. The cholesterol might stop your heart, but at least you'll die happy! Mt. K's is a piece of Americana to enjoy today and remember for a lifetime.
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