I think "Salisbury Steak" must be French for "A freaking hamburger."
I don't care how you dress it up; it's a hamburger.
Look at how smug it is there with its new, cooler, more sophisticated friends. Guess it's too fancy to hang out with ketchup and pickles anymore.
Hamburger patties, please stop trying to be something you're not. The fancy title only makes us angry when we open our tv dinner and find out that it's not actually steak.
Get off the potatoes and salad and back in a bun where you belong, you're not fooling anybody. Nobody likes a poser.