Aug. 12, 2005
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It had been a lot of years since I had had a big greasy orange
Tommy's burger. In high school, we used to drive out to Eagle
Rock at lunch to get 'em, running through a whole wad of paper
towels just to keep the orange grease off our face and hands.
They've sprouted new locations in the decades since, and I've
recently noticed this little outpost in Valencia as we
entered or exited LA. This time we decided to risk it, reasoning
with ourselves that there are emergency rooms in Bakersfield and
all along Highway 99, if it comes to that. Mercifully, it didn't.