Unless you grew up a vegetarian, by the time you’re thirty, you’ve eaten a beef hamburger or two. You ate it with cheese or without cheese. With pickles or without. With mustard or just mayo. You know what you like on your burger. Most of the time, if you’re headed out to a place like Red Robin for your birthday burger, you pick your favorite burger. Perhaps you’ll occasionally try another burger, but in reality, you experimented enough in your twenties that by the time you’re thirty, you know which burgers you really hate. So you stick with the ones you like. And that’s what you’re supposed to do. You’re not a kid anymore. You’re thirty.
Happy burger eating.