No burger should be that big... There is such a thing as too much of a good thing. At least the size of my food provoked the cute guy next to me in line to make small talks about how hungover I must be to order such a huge burger ("with a fried egg and everything!!") and offer his approval (and sympathy?). It was the middle of a workday... but thank you good-looking stranger for having such faith in me.
There was no physical possibility for me to fit the burger in my mouth, but the process of dissecting it with a knife and fork really dampened my eating experience. It allowed me to distinguish just how tasteless every ingredient tasted, from the patty to the egg to the bun. The fries turned out to be soggy and oily so I didn't really give it much a chance.
The grill was assembly style and aside from the male cashier who was efficient in the order taking, I watched and realised the rest of the line didn't really have much clue what they were doing.
Overall an interesting and oddly memorable experience... Tell me I did not review a burger at a market eatery in such detail!
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