Oops, A Burger!

June 30, 2014

It’s 10 in the morning, it’s Sunday, the sun is in the house and I’m happy, clap along if you feel like a room without a roof! A healthy shake in the morning (almond milk, bananas, raspberries, apricots, pineapple), a good book, a 6 km run and a shower later I find myself ordering the burger that’s about to become the best I’ve had in Bucharest so far. Speaking of burgers.

The bun is crunchy and sweet enough, the meat is medium done (as I asked) and tasty, the tomatoes, the pickles, the salad and the fries on the side are waiting for me to mix as I please. A coleslaw salad is on the plate and even though you think, at first, that maybe it’s too much, you can not but taste a bit once in a while and it seems so right. It’s the drill. So maybe I had a few good burgers in town, but none of them had this service. The burger had the right temperature and the waiter was great! We were all a smile when we left, wishing each other a fabulous week. And so it shall be!

Premium cheeseburger, regular, Osho restaurant, Primaverii, 19-21.

Oh, and btw, the debate on the hamburger’s origin is still on. It is either from the USA, either from Hamburg, Germany in the 1990s.

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