Could this boy cook up a storm? Yes siree: he surely could! And he had an attractiveness that was all character. What I believe we refer to as charisma!
It was the way he flipped the beef-patties from the wrist. It was the way he caressed the jet of sauce over the underbelly of the bun. It was the constant stream of slightly-blue patter ... and the grin. And judging by the queues, his hamburgers were crash hot, too!
And may I draw your attention to his logo: he purposefully stripped so that my camera caught his pecs proudly displaying the family farm logo!