Burger Blog#3

🍔 The Breaking Point

(When Even Gannon Said “No More”) ~ drawing by Zach Schultes

It finally happened.The unthinkable.

My grandson Gannon—cheeseburger rock star, champion of cheese, defender of fries, explorer of Alaska’s finest grease—looked at me across the table and said,“Nana Gaga, I can’t eat another hamburger.”

I froze. Could this be true?

We’ve driven hundreds of miles for burgers.

We’ve ranked them, dissected them, analyzed the pickles

.We’ve risked ketchup stains on good shirts in the name of research.

And now… this?

And just like that, the Great Burger Quest of Alaska hit a wall of fries and fatigue.

Don’t worry—we’ll be back. After a few vegetables.

Send prayers. Or pizza.

🍟 Burger Burnout Is Real

We hit the wall somewhere between the third—and possibly fifth trip to Arctic Roadrunner.He poked his bun like it had personally wronged him.Even the fries couldn’t save him.

I knew it was bad when he started asking about sushi.

So, we took a break.A burger sabbatical.

We explored other food groups: pizza, Golden Corral mashed potatoes, and the mysterious lure of Alaskan gas station ice cream.

(Don’t judge. You haven’t lived until you’ve eaten soft serve while dodging mosquitoes the size of drones.)

🥗 Meanwhile, My New Mission

I’ve traded burger buns for HCG drops.

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So now, Gannon eats like a free man while I sip my lemon-water and weigh my food.

He thinks I’ve lost my mind.I think I’ve finally found my food-limits.Time will tell.

🚗 Tomorrow’s Adventure: Whittier

Next stop: Whittier—the land of waterfalls, haunted buildings, legendary ice cream, and the world’s longest tunnel, where cars and trains take turns because Alaska doesn’t do normal.

To get there, we’ll pass Beluga Point (Milepost 110.5 on the Seward Highway) with its scopes, glaciers, mountain goats, and views of glaciers that remind you who’s boss.

We’ll wave to Alyeska Ski Resort, chase the “best ice cream in the state,” and see if adventure tastes sweeter when you’re slightly deprived of burgers.

And maybe, just maybe, when the sea air hits us, Gannon will look over and say,“Okay, Nana Gaga… one more burger place.” sigh.

And another plus: By the time we drive home tomorrow night, it will be dark and we get to try out my new AlaskaSafety lights. I can't use them in town because they blind people. Cool, huh?

We’ve still got a growing hamburger list:

• Burger Jim & Teriyaki – Mat-Su Valley | Palmer (Thanks, Robert!)

• Kriner’s Diner – Anchorage (Thanks, Ed!)

• Lone Branch Saloon – (Thanks again, Ed!)

  
  

Until then, I’m just along for the ride—burger-free, full of laughter, and loving every bite I’m not allowed to have. By the time we rolled home, Gannon swore he couldn’t face another burger, and I swore I’d never eat again without antacids on standby. (I actually put a bag of Baking Soda in my glove box.)

For now, the Great Alaska Burger Quest is officially grounded. I’m sipping herbal tea, plotting Blog #4, and waiting for our next takeoff—because let’s face it, nobody really quits burgers in Alaska. We just circle the runway until we’re hungry again.

— Deb Wood, reporting from the land of burgers, Belugas, and balance.

Next up: “The Comeback Burger: When He Changed His Mind.”Because you know he will. 😄

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