As a kid, I collected fixations like stamps. I could never just enjoy something; I had to somehow become a part of it, and it, me. I think it started with penguins. One minute, I was four, poking at a ...

Some places whisper their greatness, while others shout it through grease-stained paper and the sizzle of beef hitting a hot griddle. Krazy Jim’s Blimpy Burger in Ann Arbor, Michigan is the latter, ...