|(and no, this is not it)|
in new york, i met up with my mum's friend. we went to brunch at the algonquin. because i'm all literary and whatnot, i knew the algonquin was literarily important. i just didn't know why. so when my mum's friend said we were going to the algonquin, i faked knowledge and acted as though going to the algonquin were something for which i'd been waiting my entire life.
little did i know. we all need to go to the algonquin because the algonquin is where i had THE BURGER OF MY LIFE.
this wasn't just the best burger in new york. it was the best burger in the world.
i love ketchup. i freaking carry my own. there are whole genres of food i'll eat simply in order to eat ketchup with them.
the only thing you need to know about THE BURGER OF MY LIFE is that THE BURGER OF MY LIFE was so good that it didn't need ketchup. just bread and half a dead cow.