Burger Queen

I realized I also owed you a blog post.

Written sometime in July.

I love American food. Most of all, the burger. Before I left the States I had to have a burger. In all my rushing, I never had the chance. On my layover in Montreal, I went to have dinner. When burgers were an option, I jumped at the chance to satisfy my continual craving. This was the last real burger I had...until London.

Somehow (probably b/c of my 4th of July burger) I resisted my craving for a month and a half. But the moment I got to London, all I wanted was a burger. And by the time I got around to eating one, I was starved. As I mentioned before, I found "the best burger in London." And at first bite, it was delicious. However, once the hunger started fading, I realized that the burger was actually disappointing. The bun and toppings were the only saving grace (it was a three cheese burger). The burger itself had to have been a frozen patty. But the cherry? The cherry on top, this frozen burger cost me something like $30. Yep. Seventeen lovely pounds.