Hamburger steak here. Yeah ok, I don’t have a bun. No bottom; no top. Well, no nothin’ but the meat. But I’m not just a naked hamburger, you know. Seriously! I’m a whole different animal. Ok, not literally–I’m still made of cow, just like a burger. But I’m a steak, see? I sit on the plate like a steak. I’m made of beef like a steak. I need a fork, like a steak. And I have steak in my name, HAMBURGER STEAK Special, for crying out loud. Do I really have to defend myself to you? Ahem. Yeah, I guess I do. My pals slaw and potato casserole can vouch for me. Right, guys? RIGHT? Hey, um…guys?