Eventually on a warm evening, I found my way back to “Super Burger ‘8,’” and how could I not? Her homey comfy buns; constellation of delectable condiments; succulent thighs and breasts done as only a woman might and served on a bed of arugula and mixed greens with a honey herb glaze, the basil fresh from her Secret Garden, and her Conglomerate Burger (or a plant-based choice) with Del Rio Sauce, Gravel Cheese, and Columnar Columbian Pickles. But her pièce de résistance were her Nude Accordion Shows (twice a week) and later when I found her alone with Love, and she’d stretch a note or two with me.