WHOPPING & BOPPING WITH ZZ TOP

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It is quite late—so late that its starting to be early—and in the labyrinthine belly of a Sheraton Hotel in Knoxville, Tennesee, four men sit around an enormous board room table talking softly and laughing a lot. In the middle of the table, where sales charts and quarterly reports ought to be, rises a mountain range of Burger Kings best: three shopping bags worth of Whoppers and fries. Are we whopping?" asks a smiling, hirsute face. Three of the men are ZZ Top and the fourth is me. Its the first time in my life that Ive had scotch with my Whopper con queso. Arent you hungry?