As I stared at my unopened Children’s Britannia housing my dinner menu, I wondered what kind-of food would eventually appear before me.
Greeted by pleasant staff, Jo Burger has many-a-time topped some of the “Best Burger” lists in Dublin.
After battling with the higgildy-piggildy font on the menu, I eventually settled on a lamb burger with Fourme d’Ambert blue cheese, cream cheese and relish, hoping that the food would live up to its description. Oh dear.
I couldn’t help but let my eyes roll when I saw the height of the burger. A Jenga-esque tower with a ridiculous amount of lettuce folded on top, I knew straightaway that I wasn’t going to fit into my mouth. My partner and I were immediately frustrated.
“Are they doing this to just differentiate between takeaway and gourmet?” my partner quizzed. That’s certainly what it felt like.
While I thought the overall taste of the lamb itself along with its trimmings was perfectly fine (not great) a burger shouldn’t be eaten with a knife and a fork, nor should it have to be dissected and eaten in bits. I left most of bun and lettuce uneaten.
Two hands, one mouth, that’s all you need.
Come again? Afraid not