Last month I lost my cell phone and, along with it, the phone numbers of nearly everyone I know. I’ve since tracked down most numbers, but some have slipped through the cracks, and I occasionally receive text messages from unknown senders. Like this amazing one sent last night:

“Yo! What’s the best burger in Seattle?”

I love getting texts and emails like this from friends. Good burgers are an extremely subjective matter, though, so in order to responsibly provide a recommendation, I wanted to know who the query was from and what sort of burger (fancy? fast food?) s/he was after, so I replied with “Who dis?” and “What kind of burger?” Sadly, I received no reply.

To my long lost, burger texting friend: please get in touch. We obviously have a lot of catch up on. We can do it over cheap, sloppy burgers and vinyl songs from the Wurlizter at Zesto’s in Ballard or over the decadent Coupage Burger—short rib, seared foie gras, truffled potato crisps—at Coupage. It’s up to you.

For those interested, a diverse and inspiring “best burger” conversation over at Chowhound.