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The Fireplace.

November 21, 2010 8 Comments

I am supremely stubborn. If you tell me I’m going to love something, I will resist imminent pleasure before I give in and let you be right. Similar to being in the car with my father (who, according to Rob, I borrow most of my traits from)—when a song comes on and you remark that it’s one of your favorites, he’ll subconsciously switch the station moments later. I’ve wasted years missing out on things until deciding I’d come to my own conclusion about them, and in my own sweet time—sushi, vodka, Macs, Yankee boys, going to bed early…

The Fireplace, though, was one big exception to the rule.

You can’t miss it when you’re driving up Rt. 17 in Jersey. That and the oddly beautiful Bergen Jaguar dealership. Like clockwork, I’d say, “Man, I bet you I would love the food there,” and Rob would reply, “Best burgers in the world.” I have no idea why we didn’t hit the brakes years ago.

Today was our second pilgrimage—nourishment on our way out of the city.

The cockpit went silent, but for a few plastic straw honks and a burp. We’d make eye contact while chewing and grunt. It was a zen moment for me, warmly welcoming someone else’s lifelong favorite into my own repertoire with zero hesitation. Maybe this fissure is due to the fact I’m a Fireplace Legacy-in-law—Rob’s dad worked there as a kid.

Perfect, crusty toasted bun. Generous helping of cheese. Wrapped and resting on a little paper plate. I left my heart at The Fireplace.

Next time you’re going down 17, pull in and get a burger and a shake to go.

But not because I told you to.

-Carey

p.s. A souvenir from our first visit lives in this post.

Filed Under: Travel Tagged With: burgers, The Fireplace Paramus NY

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Comments

  1. kater says

    November 21, 2010 at 7:27 pm

    Ugh, I want a cheeseburger so much right now that I might actually pass out.

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  2. Wendy says

    November 21, 2010 at 9:10 pm

    And what doesn’t taste good when it’s wrapped in wax paper?? I dare you to challenge that one! xoxoxo – w

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  3. Patty B says

    November 22, 2010 at 6:59 am

    Hi, In the late 60’s we would leave highschool and go to the Fireplace for lunch. I would pay $1.04 for a cheeseburger, fries and two cartons of milk. Those certainly were the good old days. All that delicious food fo $1.00!!!!!!!!!!! Can’t you just see your father in law behind the counter! P

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  4. taylorbigler says

    November 22, 2010 at 10:18 am

    I’m a vegetarian but day-um those look delish!

    FYI since I am a boring, busy person now, I’ve had to take the internet to the chopping block. The sites that made the cut are gmail, people.com, shopbop and C+C. Can’t stay away!

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  5. Morgan says

    November 22, 2010 at 10:48 pm

    You’re killing me. That looks SO. GOOD.

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    • Corks and Caftans says

      November 22, 2010 at 11:29 pm

      Seriously, you have no bloody idea how good it was. It’s like the 17 yr old who handed it to me slipped pixie dust in the wax paper while we were paying.

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      • Morgan says

        November 23, 2010 at 12:48 am

        Hahaha, I need to avoid scrolling up or I’m going to get out of bed and chow on whatever’s in the kitchen. but now I know where to eat if I’m in Jersey…

  6. Rochelle says

    November 24, 2010 at 2:08 pm

    Another Fireplace fan over here! I used to go there often with my co-workers and chow down on burgers and tons of pickles.

    Reply

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