If you were a burger, would you eat yourself?

I’m going to keep it simple…I’m a man.  A man’s man.  A working man man.  And I enjoy the simple pleasures that life has to offer, such as drinking whiskey, smoking giant cigars, splitting wood out in the yard and hulling anything I can throw into the back of the ‘ole F-150.  But more than any of these things, I enjoy a good burger.  Specifically, a half-pound burger cooked to medium grade with a side of fires and an ice cold brew.  And I’m assuming if you’re reading a blog about burgers, you enjoy the same.  So come with me, burger nuts, as I travel across all of Columbus with my trusty sidekick Pickley Pete, looking for the city’s best burger…