Sarah and I were feeling antsy the other day. It was a Saturday and we didn’t feel like attending to the piles of work that had just recently accumulated. We knew there was a Five Guys in Kingston, ON and, given that there doesn’t seem to be a decent burger anywhere near Potsdam, decided that was a good enough reason to visit a foreign country. It was only two hours away!

When the guy at the border asked us what our business was in Canada, I told him "Lunch!" He asked where and I said "Kingston!" Noting the distance between the bridge and Kingston, he asked why we were driving so far for lunch and I replied "Five Guys!" And he nodded knowingly.