Best 17 quotes in «cheeseburger quotes» category

Cheeseburger in paradise!

As soon as I came to L.A., I was told that I was exotic. I'd think, But I'm from Miami! I'm as American as a cheeseburger!

He just raised the dead with coke and cheeseburgers

I could have made a fortune in cheeseburgers, but I finally chose politics.

I can't be on the cheeseburger diet all the time.

I eat a cheeseburger with French fries almost every day.

I'm on a health kick! I'm drawn to cheeseburgers, so I've got to just try and keep it on an even keel.

I like pizza and I like cheeseburgers a lot and I like Chicago food a lot.

I'm all about fashion, cheeseburgers and bright-red lipstick.

I would fly to Los Angeles just for a cheeseburger with pickles and extra tomatoes from In-N-Out.

Sometimes I thank God... for cheeseburgers.

I would kill for a cheeseburger. Honestly. If I stumbled across someone eating a cheeseburger, I would kill them for it.

Me and my cheeseburgers are insane.

Your dollar cheeseburger isn't a dollar if you factor in what it's going to cost in health care.

A lot of people think I'm snotty. So what? They never asked me out when I was serving cheeseburgers.

You dont have to eat a whole cheeseburger, just take a piece of the cheeseburger.

After several courses, Dylan looked at the menu, noting that "Cheeseburger" was next up. "Okay, this is something I recognize," he said with relief. "Don't get too excited," said Grace knowingly as she sipped the last of a bright and barnyard funky Romanee-Saint-Vivant from a big-bowled burgundy stem. The waiter stepped out of the shadows and set two servings of the next course on the table simultaneously. Another server placed two very large Bordeaux stems on the table, and then carefully filled each with just one and a half ounces of wine. "This is Chef's cheeseburger," the waiter said. "Paired with the '70 Latour." The waiter and other server then backed away. Dylan and Grace leaned forward, examining the strange creation. It smelled amazing, though it looked much more like something from a science class than from a Michelin-starred restaurant-- a tiny piece of freeze-dried cheese on a teaspoon of bison tartare, lying atop a small lettuce pillow that had been filled with Vidalia onion smoke. It sat on a small warm open-face wheat bun, and the whole thing was presented on a miniature plate on which was a little pool of foamed heirloom tomato, and another of foamed mustard seed. And it was all topped with a few droplets of pureed brined Japanese cucumber. Dylan just stared at it. "I feel like it belongs in a museum." "I know. It's almost too beautiful to eat," Grace said. They were both captivated by the variety of scents coming from the presentation. It did, indeed, smell like an amazing cheeseburger. "Well, I'm gonna try," said Dylan, putting the little top bun on. Grace watched as he picked it all up with his thumb and forefinger, dapped it in the foamed tomato and mustard, and popped it in his mouth. Dylan's mouth and nose were filled to bursting with all the expected flavors and scents of a great cheeseburger-- bread, meat and cheese, ketchup and mustard, lettuce and pickle. Oh, wow, it was good. And as he chewed, he popped the lettuce pillow, adding just the right touch of sweet onion scent and flavor to the mouthful.