one night, you're walking home, tired and hungry, when you spot a small burger joint with a burger-shaped neon sign outside. Your hunger mixed with your lack of energy leads you through the parking lot and then the doors, the restaurant greeting you with a greasy smell, dingy interior, and a young man greeting you with a smile as he stands behind the counter, waiting for you to order something. Hello! Welcome to Big Ben Burgers, home of the Big Ben! What would you like to order?