I still see my very first friend; we met when we were 3 or 4 years old, and I turned 53 this week.
In elementary school, when they served hamburgers (you know, those gray, steam table hockey pucks), he would put the entire meal on the bun with the burger.
That was: bun, burger, mashed potatoes, potato chips AND the green jello.
A few years ago we had lunch together at KATZ’S, and damn if he didn’t do the same thing! He piled kraut, pickles and half a knish onto a corned beef sandwich. No jello, though.
Old habits die hard, I guess.