Approximately every year or so, I get a crazy idea in my head.

You know, I bet Krystals really aren’t that bad…

Tonight was that night. It didn’t hurt that my grandfather wanted those little hot dogs that they have. I don’t even know what they call them. Anyway, I figured while I was there, I might as well get it over with for the year.

For those of you who haven’t had a Krystal, there’s a reason why a friend of mine from UA called them the “gray goo”. The tiny little meat patty has this unsettling way of transferring its natural juices into the bun more than any other hamburger ever. It’s not worth getting into any more than that, except to say that I just can’t bring myself to eat them under most circumstances. Except for when I have the aforementioned thought and “treat” myself to them.

The verdict this time? Let’s just say it’ll be at least another year before I start thinking about having them again.