Days ago, looking for Memorial Day weekend plans, a few minutes of Googling turned up all kinds of potential goodness in Delaplane, Va.

We took to the highway today. Goodness was had. We stopped first at Barrel Oak, possibly my new favorite Virginia winery. Who knew land just off I-66 could be so peaceful? Just as importantly, Barrel Oak had all kinds of winning wine tastes. I may have purchased five bottles.

The winery was celebrating its second anniversary, and crowds grew bigger as we tasted and ate. But the staff had all running smoothly, and everyone was in a good mood. Between the broad porch and all the dogs in attendance, the occasional clouds didn't matter a bit.

And about that food. On Saturdays, Local Sixfortyseven comes to the winery. Local Sixfortyseven is Derek and Amanda Luhowiak's food cart.

Local… organic… amazing.

The Post touted their burgers as some of the area's best, and we were overjoyed to find the Post dead on. My order came up in minutes, and it became an instant classic on my list of top burgers. Somehow, some way, it gave Ray's Hell Burger a run for its money in my heart. Cooked to perfection. At this hour — the Local Sixfortyseven burger is winning.

Did Amanda know what was coming? No. Neither did Sheri or I. But we believed. Then we ate our burgers and dogs and cole slaw and melt-everywhere chocolate chunk cookies at a picnic table next to the vines.

Then we went inside, downstairs to see the production facilities. We saw giant Wizard of Oz-style doors, and a kind manager appeared out of nowhere to take us behind closed doors and show us a barrel room. She explained their plans for the place — big — and we thanked her.

From there, it was up the road to Delaplane Cellars, right on Route 17 and even younger than Barrel Oak. Only open since winter, Delaplane had live music going and beautiful windows and a porch overlooking the valley. This stop was a quick one, but I acquired two more bottles.

Were we in a hurry? No. Were we excited for our next stop? Yes. Were we headed to the annual Delaplane Strawberry Festival? You bet your strawberries we were. What did we do there? We went on a hayride, my first since kindergarten. We ate strawberries and whipped cream poured over pound cake. We watched kids throw rocks into puddles.

We petted animals. We met a park ranger. I walked on stilts, with the help of a man with 40 years of stilt-walking experience, and Sheri got a picture. Amanda bought about two million strawberries to take home.

Leaving work late Friday, after strange hours where no one else was in my wing of the building, I stopped by new colleague Heather's office.

We talked about weekend plans — happy anniversary to her and her husband! — and she asked me which wineries I was visiting. Because, she said, "have you ever been to Barrel Oak?" She endorsed it whole-heartedly. On a separate topic, she gave me a copy of a book named The Art of Possibility. On a separate topic, but apparently not entirely.

Walking into BGR early Wednesday night, the music was Springsteen, and I was sold. Playing was Tunnel of Love. Next up was Rosalita. I'd never heard that double-shot before in my life, and chances were this was the first time it had occurred outside of New Jersey since 1989.

Born to Run hung on a wall between Prince and plasma. 'Nough said.

The burger place, subtitled "The Burger Joint," next to The Italian Store — Lyon Village is so very declarative — was still working out the kinks. The kitchen was overcrowded, and orders were slow, even to the beer tap and back. The burger itself was decent, not yet of Elevation or Five Guys quality. The music was too loud to talk easily when we came in.

But they fixed the volume shortly. The bun and the toppings — lettuce, tomato, BGR-ordained mojo sauce for me — were delicious. The beer, while slow, was "Come back for refills" because there were no pitchers yet. (Sold.) The kinks were there, but in the words of The Animals, the intentions were good. The staff — some to stay, some to head back to the Alexandria franchise, some due for a coming Baltimore franchise — were uniformly friendly. I was glad to have them in Arlington for now.

I like the idea of it. Drive to Lyon Village shopping center, stride across the parking lot and road abutting those stores and ask oneself, staring at two doors, "Good Italian or good burgers?" How can one go wrong?

So, good stuff. A return visit is going to happen. In the restrooms, the music was the the Schoolhouse Rock take on the Preamble. Good stuff.

After, Emily and I made it to 31 Cent Scoop Night at the Baskin-Robbins up Lee Highway, 15 minutes before close. It was a good cause, aiding the National Fallen Firefighters Foundation. The line had been out the door until an hour earlier, the clerk said, and he was smiling but beat. We got scoops and talked about the firehouse up the highway. When staff urged us out the door soon after, we left happily, without issue.

But a question. In BGR, there were two pictures we couldn't identify. I e-mailed four music-loving friends for their guesses, with no luck. How about you? Midnight Oil — Beds Are Burning — was a guess on the first, but there seem to be one too few people. Just who are these people?

Trip #1, October 2008.
"The Burger of Seville (Yes, you're next. You're so next!)"
Seared Foie Gras, Sauteed Mushrooms, Bordelaise Sauce, Truffle Oil.

Trip #2, September 2009.
Standard grilled, red center, with Swiss and Sauteed Mushrooms.

Trip #3, January 2010. Today!
"Soul Burger No. 1 (The Hardest Working Burger In Chow Business)"
Applewood Smoked Bacon, Swiss Cheese, Cognac and Sherry Sauteed Mushrooms, Grilled Red Onions. Introduced my parents to Hell Burger.

The meeting went well. Parents said the burgers among the best they had ever eaten. Next up? We continue our D.C.-area lobster roll hunt. Coastal Flats faired decently for us in October. Can Carlyle do better?

Next up for me on the Hell menu? "Let's Get It On (We Are All Sensitive Burgers with So Much to Give)" because I've sung along at least twice in the car in the last week, "B.I.G. Poppa (We Love It When You Order B.I.G. Poppa)" because our work cafeteria has begun ripping off this one with delicious results, or maybe "The DogCatcher (Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay)" because I've never tasted bone marrow before.

I didn't want a war, particularly not in my mouth. But then I met friend Monica for lunch at Good Stuff Eatery and ordered Spike's Sunny Side. Blurb: "Dairy Fresh Cheese, Maple Bacon & A Farm Fresh Fried Egg on a Brioche Bun With Good Stuff Sauce. 6.89 + lots'a napkins!" With the first bite, Ray's Hell Burger had competition for my taste buds/hunger.

Not sure how I'd never made it there previously, but Good Stuff places itself squarely between Ray's and Five Guys (and equally beloved, for me, Elevation Burger) on the fun end of the trouble-to-normal scale.

The day seems normal on the surface but is sci-fi underneath, like the moment of realization Will Smith has before he inevitably fights aliens or creatures or whoever. Except, in this movie, the creature is you.

Metromix compiles an annotated photo gallery of all the things it loves about a classy new Chicago burger joint, DMK. Every frame is delicious.

On buns, saying something by being item #1: "Developed specifically for DMK over four months of trials, these toasty rounds, griddled up with sweet cream butter, are perfectly fitted to the 5-ounce patties."

On cocktails: [Picture of pink drink.]

On mac and cheese, with an amazing picture: "Our pick: The No. 2, gruyere and rigatoni served over a thin layer of charred balsamic-marinated onions and topped with crunchy bits of bacon."

On fries: "Our server declared the sweet potato variety with lemon-Tabasco aioli ($2) an early frontrunner, but we’d find it hard to resist ordering the parmesan-topped fries with truffle cream ($3) again." … Parmesan-topped fries with truffle cream. Tremendously distracted.

On ice cream sandwiches: [Picture of ice cream sandwich.]

Kevin Pang concludes his service as Chicago Tribune Cheeseburger Bureau Chief with a gallery of recommendations and revelations.

"Look out, bacon. … Egg with runny yolk is the new sexy topping."

"Ketchup and mustard are overrated as condiments. Too acidic and pungent, respectively. If you must, add a little. Underrated: mayo."

"Steer clear of feta, bleu and brie as cheese options."

I'm at a lot of losses these days, but among them I'm at a loss on my favorite burger. In the last few months, I've had Five Guys, Hell Burger, Elevation Burger, Counter Burger, GoodBurger, and a couple others.

Preparation has generally gone one of two ways — lettuce-tomato-mayo-American (with local red sauce if available) or mushroom-Swiss. The former has been exceptional more than the latter, but I haven't taken the treatments head to head any place. I may give the edge to Five Guys. Pang points out the importance of the bun, and I agree. Probably need to go back to Hell and Elevation for more research.

You know the joint is due. First, Obama and Biden went to Ray's Hell Burger. Then the first lady went to Good Stuff and Five Guys. Then, on Friday, Obama went to Five Guys (The Oval, AP via Google News and my brother). We can hope all of this burger action pushes Elevation to speed up expansion. The chain's site says D.C. is getting a location in 2010, and Northern Virginia is picking up two more in winter 2009. But a press release casts doubt on whether the Wilson Boulevard cooridor would get a spot (even though headquarters are on the street, sadly near me and burger-less), and I could see the president going to the National Harbor location when it opens this summer. I'm clearly going to need to get famous and attract an Elevation Burger on my own.

Whatever your politics, if your heart is split between neighborhood burger joints, you hate to see the world giving one love over another. So, while it was nice to see Obama and Biden appreciating Ray's Hell Burger, where this blog totally got its money worth with the $20 foie-gras-plus-truffle-oil burger, I've been feeling a little bad for the area's other great burgers, especially the friendly monsters from Five Guys. 

But we get good news in yesterday's Post: Michelle Obama and friends have not only gone for burgers at Good Stuff, but they've apparently been to Five Guys as well. I'm rooting for Elevation Burger next. Five Guys has Elevation beat on fries, but burger-wise it's a tough call and Elevation's chocolate chip oatmeal pecan cookies are kinda amazing.

You were delicious. Seared foie gras, sauteed mushrooms, bordelaise sauce and truffle oil. You truly earned the name "The Burger of Seville."

I'm not sure why I bookmarked this one, if I did do it on purpose I can't remember why. Except that maybe I like micro articles about cheeseburgers. Macro ones always seem to miss the sitting down part, which is honestly key. You can eat a cheesburger while walking, maybe crossing campus and trying to be on time for something that doesn't matter in the great scheme of things, or you can sit down and enjoy it.