B & H Restaurant

I have to laugh a little when I see "restaurant" tagged to the end of B&H. As the plastic letters state on the shingled roof of this little non-descript building, this is a cafe.

Just big enough to hold 8 customers and 2 workers, B&H does not pretend to be anything more than it is, a little greasy spoon meant for the local yokels, call in an order, stop in and chat for a moment and hit the road again. It's not a pantheon of cleanliness, the floor is worn and Morganfield still allows smoking in their eating establishments, but, by damn, they make a great cheeseburger. Fired up on a flat steel grill and smashed until about a half-inch thick, cooked until there's a slight crispiness to the outside but still juicy on the inside, and served on a grill-warmed bun. Perfect.

Memories of late night stopovers at B&H after a night out helping the elderly or some other act of kindness abound with each bite. It's likely that reason alone that will make it worthwhile for me to stop by on rare trips home. And that reason too which makes it difficult for me to impart the fondness I have for B&H to fellow reviewers. But hopefully, all of us have a "B&H" we can remember fondly, and stopping off at a place likes this brings some good times back.