Burger Basket

Few things are as American as the hamburger, even though it is actually German. Furthermore, few things prove you are a real man like grossly overeating in the presence of others. With these two things in mind, gentleman, I introduce you to the Burger Basket.

Just past civilization on the outskirts of a little burg known as Bells, Tennessee rests this bastion of greasy goodness.  A restaurant, if you can call it that, that caters to the hard-working cotton farmers in the surrounding area, this joint knows how to serve up the food. The only thing on the menu that is not deep-fried is indeed the hamburger, and what a hamburger it is. They come in many shapes and sizes. (By many, I mean three.) However, the real man only goes to the Burger Basket for one thing... the House Special.

Many men have attempted the House Special, few have made it out alive. This culinary masterpiece serves up a whopping triple-cheeseburger, complete with all the "fixin's"; at least a pound or more of krinkle-cut french fries, extra grease; and a 48 ounce bucket of lemonade.  To boot, this triple cheeseburger is no laughing matter. Each patty is probably 2/3 pound of beef and the finished product looks more like a car tire than a Big Mac.

Coming in at just under eight bucks for the whole meal, the price may seem a little steep to the college student (read bum) or other area tightwad. However, the price is more than fair when you consider this styrofoam carton full of cholesterol easily takes the place of three meals.

To find the Burger Basket, take highway 412 towards Dyersburg from Jackson. After 15 minutes or so begin looking for an exit to Bells. Follow the road into bells and the Burger Basket is the ugly, red and white building just past the only grocery store in town. You can not miss it.