Saturday, March 04, 2006
That's not a burger!

So, my first course at the prestigious joint The Grill House was, in the Scottish tradition, some deep fried mushrooms. Deep frying food seems to be the ultimate cuisine solution in this country. If the Caledonians don't have anything to deep fry, they'll just deep fry the batter and voila and bon appetit! The mushrooms were deep fried and there's not much more to say about that. My next and final course on this food spending spree was Le Burger. The menu said it was a grilled gourmet hamburger, but the truth was something quite different. It was a blob of some unidentifiable meat served with really really fried onions drowned in oil and a red sauce which likewise was unidentifiable. I and my fellow Icelander in this town had problems with this course, since our tastebuds simply refused to acknowledge that this concoction was in fact Le Burger. We nevertheless ate the whole thing while the words of a certain Mr. Paul Hogan from the land downunder sounded in my head: "That's not a knife--THAT'S a knife". Only in my version the word knife was replaced by burger...and there was no "real" burger present so the last part doesn't apply. Hmmm, so in my strange thoughts Mr. Hogan just constantly repeated "that's not a burger, that's not a burger etc.
There is no moral to this story other than that when in Caledonia with a real Le Burger craving, for the love of god, go to Mickey D's or Burger King.
Peace from the Burgermeister