I like D'Antons for years. It first opened in 1991. My sister was pregnant with my niece and the anser to her baby shower question was, D'Antons cheeseburger when asked about her favorite craving. My sister had to have one everyday. She was living with her then close friend on Palmer that runs from Huron to Orchard Lake. Not to be confused with the dead end Palmer off of University. I go confused and thought I had missed the party in 2018. No one would be driving or walking that distance to get a burger everyday. I never was pregnant like that. The Oakland County Sheriff's Depart thinks that my hysterical pregnancies are enough for me to stop blowing up their spots. I tell these stories all the time. It helps people like myself who don't know about their situation get help.I know a woman who knows about her negative blood. She had the toughest time carrying her baby to term, but thank goodness, she made it. She and her husband has a little girl that looks just like him. I saw them shopping the other night and he put his hand to his hip and said, she this tall. I said, "She tall just like her Daddy!" He's six- three or six-four. My sister had this high-yello beauty. Like her father's mother and is built like a brick house like her mother's mother. I love my bunny! She has five bunnies of her own now and a man that stands by her. Those hips were born from D'Antons burgers that are yummy!
Seeing I was living around the corner at my grandmothers house, I kinda caught the bug. Ofcourse everybody got it from her. What made it so good is they used to wrap the burger in foil and it would just use to melt into it's self and create this gob of cheeses and veggies, mayo, ketchup and mustard. It was delicious and you could ruin your shirt easily, by the guts of the burger running down the othe end of the burger hen you took a bite. "Jesus take the wheel!" They had coney's too. Big juicy hot dogs, nothing like Pete'd puny hot dogs, George, the man who owned it, created his own flare on Huron Street and it as delicious, always! It came that after a while of getting my burgers from no where else, they were hooking up with the crooked fraction of Pontiac the OCSD and I was out. My burgers were always nasty, filled with mustard, dry or ice cold. George tried to blame it on the idea that I didn't come there often. What health conscience person would? All that grease and processed meat. That stuff is good, maybe once a month or when you get a taste for it.
George's wife got tired of waiting on Black folk quick and started going to school to be a medical professional. She had given him three or four sons and looked like she could give him or somebody else four more. If you catch my grift. She was gorgeous, so he let her do whatever she wanted. She did a good job in school. In their country, wives helped their husband in whatever business they were doing. George thought she had taken on too many American ways. He was mad, but he still made D'Antons a place to thouroughly enjoy in Pontiac. George could talk more shit than anybody. He got tired and sold the business to his brother-in-law. His wife's brother. He's no George and the business started struggling and like any rackatering city they stepped in to give him business and make him do what "they" want. That means burning my burgers and stacking my veggies on the middle of the burger. brown out fries, and no offer of a combo. The black folk mad, because they're going there and the food isn't as good as when Georgewas there. Although the food is the same there is no foil to wrap the burgers in. Wax paper in, and the fries are cut short, and that means they're dry. Cheaper not better. George is old, but if he came back one day a week. D'Antons could be something like the same. George was never scared just respectful. He never put any of that bullet proof glass at the counter either. He'd just get that look in his eye that let you know, he would kill somebody. My brother said he was mafia. You could just tell.
Psalm 107:9 (ESV): "For he satisfies the longing soul, and the hungry soul he fills with good things".
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