Chapter 89: Zafar the Hamburger Man on Bryant's basics and blossoming like Barack

<p>I was riding my bike in downtown Toronto the other day and rolled past my old neighborhood a couple blocks north of Lake Ontario. And as I was riding I noticed my old burger joint! The whole neighborhood has changed — parking lots have become condos, motels have become hotels — but the burger joint has survived. I was excited so I locked my bike up in the middle of the concrete jungle and popped my head inside to ask if they’re open since it was just after 11am.</p> <p> </p> <p>“Absolutely we’re open!,” a friendly guy in a black T...