It's not that I'm homesick or anything but every since they screwed up my order last week, I've wanted a Mushroom-n-Swiss burger at BK.
That journey comes with a price: Shame.
Invariably, there's always some other -- thinner! -- Westerner in there and he's usually got the same look your boss would have if you saw him coming out of a strip-club as you were going in.
It's a look that says, "Hey, I'm only human. Cut me some slack."
It's good to know that the new Burger King french fries have not reached these shores as the ones here are the familiarly awful BK kind that we've all been suffering with for decades.
There's not a huge budget menu but you can get some chicken tenders for $1.50USD more on top of your meal.
Oddly, and I could be wrong about this, but it seems like there's only one dipping sauce available for those bad boys. In this city of nearly unlimited dining options, why would Barbecue be the only sauce available for your chicken tenders?
A few pork sausage sandwiches on the non-breakfast menu aroused my curiosity, as did the mango parfait, but I held back.
The taste of good/bad American fast food was what I wanted on this day of errands.
And that overcooked burger gave me the strength to lug my laundry home down Hennessy Road.