A little birdy slipped a note into Latta's ear that a pub in New Goshen was causing quite a stir amongst its patrons. But it wasn't the drinks he was interested in; it was the beautifully brown burger named "lunch" that called to him like a siren to a sailor stuck at sea. The grumbling of Latta and the crew's stomachs answered that call. And so, the final chapter in the Valley's best burger case began.