Gourmet Burger Christmas (Blog 45)

Out of all the fast foods in the world, I always thought that burgers were the dullest. A lump of meat in a bun, with some sauce? Doesn’t sound particularly exciting, does it? In fact, after a few very disturbing nightmares, where I ate some rancid and seemingly severely messed with burgers, (from a joint I won’t mention, in case I get sued), I swore to myself I would never eat a burger from any cheap establishment, again. I just couldn’t bear to relive the whole experience, even if fictional. Even so, I was never put off by those patties that cost a little more, but again, I still don’t really enjoy them, either. But Gourmet Burger Kitchen? My word they do some good burgers.

I once soley blogged about Bombay Mix, as I thought it would be an interesting thing to do, but that product isn’t exactly a meal. As I’m feeling Christmassy, I thought I’d blog about something I’ll enjoy; the super hamburgers just mentioned. I arguably haven’t done anything to deserve the food I will order from GBK, but come on… £6 for a meaty bun? Would paying for that - the cheapest meal on the menu - REALLY be the end of the world? Of course I want a milkshake as well, but… it’s Christmas. When I get back with my food, I’ll be giving the best and most inspired food review, ever. In the meantime, here’s a funny story about GBK, that happened just two weeks, ago…

At the restaurant, I was in a bit of a hurry, as I was only allowed 30 minutes in the nearby carpark. The foodery was also quite packed. I waited for my burger (again, the cheapest one on the menu), and I eventually asked when it would be ready. ‘What burger did you order?’ I was asked. ‘The classic’, I foolishly said, preoccupied and not 100% sure. Not long after that, I was given the burger. When I got home, I was thinking to myself ‘this is the most inexpensive one on the menu? That can’t be right, it’s delicious!’ I looked on the receipt, and on it was someone else’s name. Whoops. I was thinking, ‘next time I’m going to go to that place, it’s going to be SO awkward. ‘Simon the burger thief’ all the staff must already be saying’. For the sake of my future emotional wellbeing, I phoned the establishment up, and was assured I had taken home the right meal. Wow… That was a £6 burger? Dear God. I still don't know what the name on my receipt was about.

Alright, I’m back and the burger has been eaten. Ok, I didn’t get the cheapest one, but the second least expensive one - a cheeseburger. But that’s near enough, right? I quickly washed it down with an Oreo milkshake and some chocolate. And some biscuits. I’m going to the gym later, so that’s ok. I think. Was the burger good? It was SO good. (After I took off the tomato, of course). However, the bun was so soft, it crumbled in my fingers, making the whole eating experience very messy. But I was alone in my bedroom as I ate it, so that didn’t matter. Had I eaten the food in the restaurant, with small children who were doing a better job at managing their sandwiches than me, my self-awareness levels would have been higher. But that doesn’t matter, now.

Alright, there’s the review. Will I be going to the glorious kitchen again? Most certainly for the milkshakes, I’ve been drinking them for ages and for a good reason. They really are top notch. However, I think I’ll leave the burgers for a while, as you can have too much of a good thing. And of course I don’t have any money, that’s a big reason, but that may change. Hmmm…. What else to say? I guess the GBK ketchup containers in the shape of tomatoes are too hard to use. Out of curiosity and as I was waiting for my dinner, I squeezed one for ages and nothing happened. Then suddenly loads of the sauce exploded onto the table. Now some poor individual is going to have to sit at mucky furniture. :( Ok, now that’s everything. B…. y..e……e.e.e.e.e.e.e.