It's been a long time...

I shouldn't have left you/Without a strong rhyme to step to/Think of how many weak shows you slept though/Time's up/Sorry I kept you.

Thank you Rakim.


So anyway, in the time since there's been this...


Created by my father-in-law's own fair hand. Big, sturdy, not lacking in flavour, boosted by the finest of company (both brewed and human) this was a big lump of sentimental mince. Our last day in the US of A. Amazing additions (look how well that tomato fits the bun) I think I had at least two and a half.

RATING:
If this burger was a shirt it would be that blue one you've had for ages that doesn't look too flash but people always comment on favorably at get togethers.

That wasn't my entire summer. There was plenty of this.


Plus lashings of this.


I even found time for this.


Which I came across at the Villager, where some great service, great cheese, and truly unnatural dining position - eating lunch on an 18" high couch and 18" high coffee table - could not distract from the fact that this was a pretty decent lump of meat. Sadly less than the sum of its parts, the build up set the stage for something rustic and muscular, this was robust but not in the way that it could defend you from muggers. A disappointment only exacerbated by what can only be called stoatin' hard fries.

RATING:
If this burger was a member of Lynyrd Skynyrd it would be one of ones who survived the air crash.