Arizona's Hidden Gems: Small Burger Spots with Unforgettable Onion Rings

Whoever said money can’t buy happiness clearly never ordered a basket of onion rings at a roadside Arizona diner. I consider myself a bit of a connoisseur, meaning I judge my life choices mostly by the quality of fried food on my plate. Last Tuesday, while hiding from the desert heat in a joint no bigger than my living room, I found enlightenment. It didn’t come from a guru; it came wrapped in grease-stained paper. These onion rings had a batter so light and crispy it felt like a cul