ahhh...the infamous fukuburger truck.
vegas, why have you been chosen to be blessed with this truck of tastiness? Jealousy enrages my stomach, churning, twisting, contorting in an angry flurry of rage.
i do not exaggerate. fukuburger is just that. a tornado of taste and texture to titillate and torture your tongue. Yes, read it again..."titillate".
i am humbly honored to have taken the photo currently the default on the FB page. Yes, recently I took notice that the insides of the burgers are rare. but it doesn't bother me...it's too dark to notice anyways. :)
what DOES bother me, is that feeling of withdrawal when I awaken from my slumber...to a day yearning for night. a night where we will line up to the loud musings and trendy asians of the midnight hour. To feast upon buckets and tip for jelly straws.
las vegas. why won't you share with the rest of us?