Is there anything more miraculous than a past-midnight chili cheeseburger from Original Tommy's? Even though I'd already had plenty to eat today, my L.A. appetite kicked in as the evening wore on. Luckily, I could satiate it without driving all the way to Beverly and Ramparts. I wonder, though, whether going to an Original Tommy's that isn't the original Original Tommy's constitutes a betrayal of everything that is strong and true and good in the world. My stomach, however, is not wondering.