Okay, I think I am getting a handle on this. First of all, Maid-Rite sandwiches are browned or steamed ground beef mixed with various stuff and served on a bun. See recipes. My Loose Meat Sandwich is just browned and well-drained ground beef on a bun, period. MEAT, BUN, NOTHING ELSE.
So, a Maid-Rite is a sandwich that includes loose meat, but it is not a pure loose meat sandwich. In fact, some of the “stuff” added in may very well cause the meat to stick together. I would say Maid-Rite is using the description loose meat loosely.

Oh, my gosh, the nightmares, which are better, I suppose, than nightcows, who keep waking me up to get them drinks of water. Okay, the nightmares obviously affected more than I thought. Come to think of it, maybe the cows did send the mares because of my starting a post title with Holy Cow and then writing around ground meat.
But, never mind that, back to the night. I woke up with a start at three, coughing and asking myself if my throat was sore and if now I was getting a cold. I thought about; got up, checked the furnace because it felt cold got a drink and checked my email.
I should not have done the latter. There was a message from AP, who prompted by Der Bingle left a comment about loose meat burgers being steamburgers. I knew I’d never heard of that, but then I’d never heard of anyone else’s loose meat burgers in the first place. Heavens to Betsey, there’s a place named Ted’s in Connecticut that was on an episode of Man vs.Food that featured the restaurant and steamburgers. Who knew? Not AJ.
Then I went back to sleep and dreamed all the dead people in my family were alive and crazy and being driven even crazier by a long-lost really crazy elderly great-aunt, who had come to visit in her huge vintage convertible.
I was in the dream and suppose I was crazy too, considering I went out one door, got lost and climbed back in the house by hoisting myself up to a porch floor that had grown way higher than the top step leading to it. Had to somersault through a wooden screen door, I think.
That’s when I found out everyone had gone so crazy they wigged out and the old aunt stomped out with her unknown husband in tow and drove off.
When I went to sleep last evening, I had been thinking of a Shakespeare quote. I think it triggered, To sleep, perchance to dream. Tonight I’ll think of Yogi Berra. No, then I’ll dream last night’s dream all over again.