April 15, 2010
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- The Handburger
The first thing that struck me when I surveyed the restaurant after sitting down on one of its canteen-like benches was the sheer irony of its name.
See, I’d expected patrons to be eating with their hands, regardless of this being a gourmet burger joint or not because in my opinion, by integrity of the act of eating burgers alone, one is expected to exercise the use of hands at some point. So the pun in its name really has no more of a purpose other than to draw out the bizarre incongruity between it and the actual dining experience.
Because no one was using their hands at all. Not a person in sight.
Mind-boggling, I know.
But your initial bewilderment will soon dissolve into a sort of amused enlightenment, an ‘Aha!’ moment, as Oprah would say, because the burgers bear as little resemblance to actual burgers as opposed to mini replicas of leaning towers of Pisas…which I found absolutely adorable.
I find paradoxes, oxymorons and juxtapositions adorable. They tickle me.
So it shouldn’t surprise anyone then, that I just had to order the tallest, most ambitious of them all. Read more of this post