What you are looking at is three-fourths of a giagantic patty melt that my wife and daughter made me for father's day. Am I loved or what? I have always love patty melt hamburgers with the rye bread, onions, cheese and beef and have gauged a restaurant on how well they make theirs. The new smoke free bar (thank you again Iowa) just down the road makes one mean patty melt. The Drake Diner in Des Moines, well known for their food makes a lousy patty melt and thus why I am not likely to ever go back. People in Des Moines obviously have inferior taste buds if they put up with that slop they call a patty melt. Don't worry, I barely was able to choke down half of that patty melt in the above picture, all of it homemade. My wife and daughter ate another fourth which leaves me with the final fourth today for lunch. In case I failed to mention it at the beginning of this post, I am one loved father!