by Anne Grace on December 10, 2012
‘Don’t tell me McDonalds is Mr Burger.’
That’s what Kudokun said on the way to Mr Burger’s stop on Therry St. Lucky for him, Mr Burger ≠ McDonalds.
The trip to Mr Burger’s was long awaited by R., who didn’t eventually come with us that day. If you have trouble looking for Mr Burger, he’s hiding in a small alleyway off Therry St. Fear not, though, for you will have many cute orange signs putting you in the right direction.
The menu only allows you to choose from Mr Burger (9) or Mr Meat (10), and the option of additional fries (R 3, L 5).
The bun is topped with toasted sesame seeds, accompanied with that gloss that just sends your mouth watering. The patty is moist and perfectly cooked. The melted cheese wraps that perfect patty like it was meant to be. Together, they make your taste buds sing.
Oh, and the chips. Those chips, should be Mrs Chips. Mr Burger and Mrs Chips are the perfect couple – a match that lasts forever. Their perfectly crunchy exterior gives way to soft fluffy insides with every bite.
My complaint? Not enough of it! Mr Burger, I’m coming back for you!!