it was a warm summer afternoon in Hollywood. there were 5 of us hanging out: me, Heather, Tim, and 2 of Tim's friends from out of town. they were a bit offbeat. I didn't catch their names. one of them looked like a twentysomething Detective Munch from the TV show Homicide.

we were comparing cities of origin and found out that Tim's friends were really from Portland, Oregon. that's when we really decided they were freakbiscuits. because, you know, Portland tries to be so crunchy granola and urban sophisticated at the same time.

we decided to get something to eat. Tim ordered this burger thing. it's very difficult to describe without using my hands. anyhow, it was like a stack of successively smaller and smaller whole wheat hamburger buns about 18" high. the bottom one was maybe 8" across, the top one maybe 2.5", all proportioned properly to be hamburger buns. there was no burger-stuff in any of them but the small one on top. the entire thing made Tim very happy.

once you ordered there was like a side bar to the left of the order window and a seating area near by, and Tim's hamburger thing floated along that til we got to our table.