My brother Teddy loves hamburgers. Well, actually, he loves cheeseburgers.
At every restaurant, regardless of city, that's his order: In part because, born with Down syndrome, he doesn't like change. But more so because he knows what he likes, so why order anything else?
Born in 1989, exactly three years and three months after me, Teddy and I didn't always have a lot in common. We went to different schools (him public, me private). We had different hobbies (he loved movies, I loved books). We had very different skill sets (he was a social butterfly, while I leaned into schoolwork and studying).
The one thing we could always connect on was sports and, subsequently, stadium food. It started when our dad got Vikings season tickets. As kids, we'd spend every other Sunday each fall sitting in the Metrodome, cheering for the home team and, arguably more important, contemplating our lunch options. More often than not, we'd land on either a hot dog or cheeseburger, comfortable with our consistency and confident in their deliciousness.
Over the years, and across sporting complexes, we'd started to compare these two staples, noting where it was best to eat what. Teddy also began regularly ordering burgers when dining out, slowly but surely building his own culinary expertise. So as Wayzata's restaurant scene began to explode, I thought "Why not extend this practice, and his knowledge, to our hometown?"
By now, at age 32, Teddy is well versed in all things patty-related, while I've discovered my foodie side, having lived in two vibrant cities before moving home. I'd also started to do more writing and thought it might be fun to document our adventure.
It would be the perfect opportunity to frequent nine select Wayzata establishments, but also a chance to spend quality time with each other. I had no doubt we'd talk sports while sampling, but now we'd have another topic, too: which burger was the best and why. It was an ideal combination — his burger expertise and my love of telling stories, his taste buds and my inquisitive nature.
It wasn't until about halfway through our four-month quest that I thought to ask Teddy something that went beyond what he liked and disliked about the burgers. I posed a broader question about the journey itself, hoping he'd say his favorite part was dining alongside his sister. Not only was that not his answer (no offense to me), but what I did receive could not have been a better, more honest response. After pausing for a beat, he said, "Eating all these burgers is bad for us, but it tastes so good!"