Our Customer of The Year

In January 2009, we turned 5 years old. And in our own weird way of celebrating our birth, we held our annual "Customer of The Year" contest to find that beautiful individual worthy of eating free burgers for our entire 6th year in business.

By writing us this sonnet and drawing us the picture below, Lindsay made it clear that she was the finest human to patronize our business during the previous year.

Why I am the customer of the year
(subtitled: I can't stop thinking of b.good and want to eat it all the time)

Dear b.good I fear,	Now I tell you my friend,
I must ask for your ear.	the means to my end.
To perchance relay just a fraction.	Why a patron like me is deserving.
Of the place that I eat,	Of a title so sought,
with service so sweet,	that wars have been fought!
that I always leave with satisfaction.	For a year of delicious free servings.
But oh!	With a love so pure
The avocado so smooth,	I could nary want a cure,
the meat,	for such a beloved affliction.
the bun!	With such fierce loyalty,
The smile of the cashier as warm as the sun!	I hope NEVER to be,
The joy in my stomach before I am done!	Without my West-Side addiction.
Has driven my mind to distraction.
Now please don't be hasty,	And thus!
when I tell you how tasty.	The mountains I'd skim!
For the praises I boast are all true.	The seas I would swim!
With a patty so yummy,	Are pithy journey's I'd embark on.
a present for my tummy!	For a burger so grand,
Of this, I could not lie to you.	Please understand.
I'd do anything for Anthony and Jon!
Now nightly I toss,
my mind wandering to sauce!	Fin'
Assaulting my senses without provocation.	(please see attached drawing also)
And the call I must heed,
of the sesame seed.
Calling me back to this Brookline location.
And lo!
I enter the lot,
The door!
The floor!
Up to the counter, my eyes hungry for more!
Hold the cilantro, please por favor!
My heart filled to bursting in this old gas station.