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I f*cking hate Dearborn (where I was born, grew up and fled at the first opportunity) but I do LOVE me some Miller's burgers. Whenever I have the misfortune of being back in "Dogbone," I stop at Miller's at least once and gorge on the demi-god of hamburgers. I have lived in what some (mostly natives) have called the hamburger capital of the world -- Southern California -- for going on twenty years, but none of the burgers out here can compare with a Miller's burger. It is the holy grail of hamburgers, and I have spent my life trying to find a better burger, to no avail. I'll keep searching, of course, but I'm getting more and more certain with each passing year that I'll not find a burger that pleases me like the ones I inhale in that humble little bar in that dying little town.

I love Miller's. No man or woman loves Miller's more than I. I have a hard time not ordering two, on a visit. However, it's not raining yet, but there's a cloud over this parade. On last visit, with Wife-enstein, we were waiting, up against the wall, for a table, which puts you in view of the kitchen, and, to my hamburgerial horror, I saw cookie pressing the juice out of the burgers cooking on the griddle with a spatula! I could not believe it. I wanted to shout, "No! Stop!". Now, were my last couple of burgers dry, or, did I superimpose what I just saw onto my memory? I said to the waitress, "I just saw the cook pressing the juice out of the burgers." She said, "It makes them cook faster." I said, "Don't do it to mine." How do we get them to stop this new (I believe it to be new) behavior? Does George call them up and tell them? Anybody else notice this?

"there are no seasonings"

Yup that's Michigan for you, no seasonings on anything.

Millers is incredible - but I also have to give a nod to the Redcoat Tavern on Woodward Ave near Royal Oak - my wife from NC begs to go there when we come back to town!