So here I am, an American living in London. Occasionally friends or a family member will ask me what it is that I miss most about the US, probably as a way of filling awkward conversational silences, but perhaps in the hopes that I'll say something gloriously clever, or at least funny. But my answer is always the same: I miss hamburgers.
(My fingers insist on typing the word out as "haumburgers" this morning - perhaps this is phonetically symbolic of my ever-increasing Englishization, which manifests itself as an enormously pretentious-sounding Mid-Atlantic accent?*)
So, yes. Hamburgers. It's not that they're unavailable in this city, or even that they're not very good. They are as widely available as in any American city, and many are very tasty. But they are not perfect.
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