Even though I’ve forgotten much of my more recent life leading up to and during my stroke, there’s one thing I clearly do remember and will never forget: that I had a pretty darn good hamburguesa a few days before I nearly went to that big greasy spoon in the sky.
It was sometime in May when I finally made it down to Hamburguesas El Pariente, 2109 S.W. 29th St. The bones of the place held a bit of special resonance with me because back when it was a locked and loaded Del Rancho, it was one of the first local eateries I was sent to cover and cover hard. And now, a couple of years later, the beloved chicken fried steak restaurant has been blissfully reborn into an inventive Mexican hamburger joint.