There have been a few times in my life, if ever, where I wanted to wait in a dimly lit parking lot standing in the rain. I had never been to this area before and was beginning to wonder if I had typed in the wrong address on my GPS. After driving thirty minutes to the outskirts of Atlanta, I ended up in Doraville, GA following a winding street, a row of parked cars, and the promise of the sluttiest cheeseburger in Georgia.

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