Mecca.

If we ever find ourselves north of Layton, there is a pit stop that is unquestionably mandatory. It's in Roy. It's delicious. And it's called: THE BURGER BAR. Their burgers are huge (next time I'm going to have to remember to just order a children's size), their onion rings are sweet and crispy, and their thick milkshakes are made with real fruit. So what if their dining arrangements aren't the best (no tables or chairs--but the back of the car worked out just fine and the kids thought it was hysterical).

For Brett it's more than milkshakes and hamburgers. The Burger Bar is tied to his heartstrings as part of his childhood, a collage of special afternoons spent with grandparents and cooling off in the summer heat with a raspberry milkshake.

Look at his face.
It's like he's died and gone to heaven.
Burger Bar Heaven.