Picture this, a guy on a motorcycle rolls into New Haven, Connecticut, but hanging out

in back of that motorcycle are two dogs.

They're both red with white paws and floppy ears, one of them wearing motorcycle glasses,

and they're peering out the back at a restaurant on the side of the road called Louise Lunch.

It's the birthplace of the American hamburger.

The very first chicken burger.

Oh yeah, I've been there, I've been there, yeah.

The motorcycle rumbles to a stop and the dogs hop out of the trailer onto the sidewalk,

but the restaurant, as it turns out, is closed.

But even from the outside, it's a cool looking building.

Built in 1895, it looks kind of like an old-timey English pub with diamond panes in the windows

and bright red shutters.

But it's in the middle of downtown New Haven, Connecticut.

And I said, this is an amazing looking place.

It's too bad they're not open, but that's how it goes.

Let's take my picture, get back on the motorcycle, and some fella is walking towards us and

what are you doing?

This is a weird thing to do.

This is a weird place.

I'm getting a picture of the weird place.

And he says, probably one burger.

Do you own this place?

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