We've all been there. You're standing at a crowded bar, desperately trying to get noticed by the bartender. Meanwhile, someone who arrived after you is already sipping a perfectly crafted cocktail.

At 12:30 p.m. on July 27, 1991, I went to a well-known Denver-area sports bar. I remember the time and date so exactly because that’s the day a server recommended, and I tried, a “Garbage Burger” for ...