I am not a burger type of person.
As in, a burger is probably the last thing I'd ever order. Wait no, a salad by itself is the last thing I'd ever order, with a burger coming in second last.
When I am not with D and the kids, then they go have burgers (that's how much I don't like burgers).
(although that place in Parkhurst does make fantastic burgers - Jeanette, help me?)
However...while we were in Ballito, I was suddenly quite taken with the idea of having a burger.
We were at the Milk Cafe and it was lunch time, and I didn't feel like my standard staple, a toasted cheese and tomato on brown bread.
I asked the waitress for the SMALLEST burger imaginable.
This is what I got.
I enjoyed that burger so much because it tasted home-made, the slab of meat wasn't too big and it felt manageable (not like a typical burger where I'm put off my food and I haven't even started eating). The roll was also nice and firm, not too white bready and soft (yuck!).
(when I shared this with two guys I work with, they both looked at me like I was crazy. I embrace the crazy...)
How do you feel about burgers on a scale of 1 - 10?
(I'm still a 2 on the scale, except this one was an 8 which is a lot for me!)
Next time we're going to talk about My Search for Thai Mussamen Curry.