Beef on a Bun is not a hamburger. There, I said it. Last week Lawrence mentioned that The Joshua Tree had received positive reviews for its hamburgers, so El Klatscho scheduled a meeting there to find out. Don was already scarfing down a juicy burger when the Klatschinator showed up and it looked really good. So, over to the counter I go and order up a honey something,something, something from the hamburger menu (which appeared in two -- 2 -- places. When it arrived at the table it turned out not to be a hamburger at all but sliced beef on a bun. It was good, I'm not saying I didn't like it, but it was not a hamburger. Ronald had a mint-condition Looney with the Saskatchewan Roughriders logo on it which he showed around. And a couple of city guys drove up right outside the window and installed a bike rack at the edge of the sidewalk. The one old guy did the drilling and the other guy did the fastening inning. Despite their ragamuffin appearance they got the job done lickity split -- about ten minutes I'm guessin'. And that's what happened at the Klatsch.