Here’s my warm, easy-going take: a hamburger is not a sandwich. It’s its own beautiful, glorious thing. It shares a bread-based philosophy with the sandwich, sure—like a wolf and a dog share a family tree. But you don’t call a wolf a golden retriever, do you? No, because one will bite you and the other will fetch your slippers.
So go ahead, bite into your burger. Enjoy the juice, the crunch, the melted cheese. And if someone raises an eyebrow and says, “That’s just a sandwich,” just wink and say, “Keep telling yourself that, friend.” Then hand them a napkin. They’ll need it.
Because at the end of the day, whether it’s a sandwich or not, it’s delicious. And that’s the only definition that really matters.
