My worst hamburger/cheeseburger (whatever that disgusting thing was) ruined my day and a half. It was in Gdynia, Poland in late 1990s and the taste was beyond bad but I was really hungry.
It was some disgusting piece of unidentified minced swine meat, pickles, enclosed in old bun and filled to the brim with despicable mixture of ketchup and mustard.
A perfect metaphor for what this country was back then. The one meal that described its aspirations and shortcomings.
The one I had in Germany was disturbingly uniform in its thickness (which was quite thin), dry, didn’t taste like much, and was absolutely overflowing with shredded lettuce. It was kind of like what someone would make if you described a hamburger to them briefly and they just kind of winged it.
My worst hamburger/cheeseburger (whatever that disgusting thing was) ruined my day and a half. It was in Gdynia, Poland in late 1990s and the taste was beyond bad but I was really hungry.
It was some disgusting piece of unidentified minced swine meat, pickles, enclosed in old bun and filled to the brim with despicable mixture of ketchup and mustard.
A perfect metaphor for what this country was back then. The one meal that described its aspirations and shortcomings.
The one I had in Germany was disturbingly uniform in its thickness (which was quite thin), dry, didn’t taste like much, and was absolutely overflowing with shredded lettuce. It was kind of like what someone would make if you described a hamburger to them briefly and they just kind of winged it.