Getting my GRUB on

Lunch didn’t ask for a lot today—just something warm, simple, and satisfying.

There’s a certain comfort in a burger and fries that feels almost like muscle memory. The glossy bun, the weight of it in your hands, the way the melted cheese and greens disappear into one perfect bite. The fries spill out beside it, thin and golden, like they were meant to be eaten absentmindedly while you stare out a window and let the day catch up.

Getting my GRUB on is a small moment, but it’s the kind that lands softly. A pause in the middle of everything. Food as a reset button.

Sometimes it’s not about chasing something new or impressive. It’s about letting something familiar be enough—salty, crunchy, a little messy, and exactly what you needed. You eat, you breathe, and the afternoon feels a bit more manageable.

If you’ve got a favorite burger place or a go-to order that always delivers, I’m all ears.