“I’ve been thinking about hash brown cheeseburgers. You know, with the crispy hash brown patties replacing the buns. And dill pickle slices under the cheese.” “That sounds sinful,” Otto rumbled, angling a smile at him. “Let’s stop by Tinto’s on the way home.”
I cannot express how "Tintos" is the equivalent of ice water down the back. Tintos is the boner-killler
