In my college days, it was Little Tavern death burgers served up by lady ex-cons with flabby tattoed arms in an aroma of B.O.
Of course, we were drunk when scarffing down our death burgers.
Good times. Good times.
Haha!
You must have had them a generation after I did...
Don't remember the last time I had one, but it must have been around 1970.
We used to call it The Club LT. It was the happenin’ place to go after last call...