“It has the taste of the forbidden, the illicit — the subversive, even,” said Hélène Samuel, a restaurant consultant here. “Eating with your hands, it’s pure regression. Naturally, everyone wants it.”

Who can resist the appeal of a Hamburger. You know what I truly despise? This all too familiar scene played out at many a sordid Winn-Dixie every day.

Typical Uneducated Mother: Taylor-Sue Ann, what would you like for dinner?

Taylor-Sue Ann: Momma, can we have Hamburger meat?

Doo Rag Wearing Butcher: What’chall want tonight?

Typical Uneducated Mother: Yeah, I’ll have 1/2 pound of the hamburger meat.

Doo Rag Wearing Butcher: You want tha chuck maam?

Typical Uneducated Mother: Uh yeah, thats fine

Hamburger meat, I can’t stand when people call ground beef Hamburger meat. Just one of those things I suppose.