Never go back!
My first proper holiday abroad on my own was to the sunny isle of Kos in Greece, self catering of course. I was 18 and reasoned that £250 was ample cash to cover food, drink and anything else. *smacks palm on forehead in hindsight*.

Of course, after a couple of nights of heavy drinking, funds were severely depleted, so I decided that meals were best consumed at the end of the evening when I could cheaply pick up a burger or kebab from one of the many stalls and late night shops that seemed to appear after midnight.

After one very heavy session, I finished the evening with what I described at the time as 'the best cheeseburger I've ever had'. It was from a small fast-food restaurant at the harbour and I felt as though I'd made a real discovery.

The next day we decided to take a break from the drink, so come the evening I decided to seek out said 'best cheeseburger' only this time stone cold sober.

I can still vividly recall the horror at peeling back the bun to see what actually lurked inside. If it was meat, then it was from a creature not of this world, complimented with some kind of green cheese, black onions and a pinky/orange sauce. They'd also put chips inside the burger, I mean what kind of buffoon puts chips inside the bun (probably the same kind that doesn't notice first time around).

Massively hungover, obviously I ate the lot.

Lesson learned? Of course! If you're going to eat shite, just make sure you're pissed first. Still taking my own advice to this very day.
(BinDipper, Tue 31 May 2011, 12:17, 1 reply)

Chips into your burger is the formal, FIFA-accredited way to eat a burger, and was personally commissioned as the official manner by her Majesty The Queen, you racist.

( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Tue 31 May 2011, 12:24, closed)