I like beef. I probably could eat beef everyday if it wouldn't kill me. In my life to date, I've probably demolished a nice little gaggle of cows. Now being a fan of the prime rib as I am, I find ground beef to be somewhat unexciting. My bf loves burgers. I tolerate them. Occasionally, I do have a craving for one. So imagine the stage. I am at Vintage Vegas and I am hungry. Lulu's is serving up stuff a little too rich for my blood today. My mom goes to hit Sloppi Jo's cause they have frog legs.
I see Fukuburger. The line is long. I check my mental list of food trucks. I have not had Fukuburger. Yay! I get to try something new. A burger sounds really good right now. I order the Tamago with fries and a lemonade. I'm sippin' on my drink waiting for my food. I'm waiting quite a while, but I have no worries cause I see them dishin' it out as fast as they can go. So it's finally my turn. Hmm, this is a bit small. I take a couple of bites. The flavor of the meat's not bad. It's quite ?sweet?, kind of greasy. Onions are crunchy. Egg is way overcooked. Fries are crispy and garlicky but nothing to write home about. *sigh* So far the best thing has been the lemonade.
Well, they tried. Or maybe their taste just doesn't match mine. I seriously could make a better bigger (and cheaper!) hamburger at home.