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Hey, I'm Rachel and I love a good bacon cheeseburger. I'm really not picky about toppings or the level of grease involved, it's all just about that first meaty bite where pure bliss overwhelms all other senses.

The first time I realized my fondness was at a great Five Guys (a fantastic burger chain) right by my school. It's pretty crucial for me to set the scene: I had a class that ran past my only time for lunch so I spent the rest of the day listening to my stomach growl its empty walls. Luckily, my afternoon classes ended early that semester, and I was free starting at 2 pm. I drove to school and had my car waiting for me and I drove searching for a quick fix to my hunger. And there it was: a Five Guys burger joint, beckoning me in the distance. It must have been fate, but in my hunger-induced frenzy I ordered the nastiest thing (at the time) on the menu. That first bite of that bacon cheeseburger, with jalapenos, fried onions, mushrooms, BBQ sauce, tomatos, it was love.

So for me, all bacon cheeseburgers are reminiscent of that initial experience of leaving a long day of school and just indulging in something I know will one day clog up all my arteries.