[album: http://youngandfoodish.com/wp-content/plugins/dm-albums/dm-albums.php?currdir=/wp-content/uploads/dm-albums/Bob Bob Ricard/]The vintage vodkas were vunderful; the caviar, spectacular. But midway through this Orient Express-like fantasy of a luxurious tasting dinner I began to suspect that many of those seated around the table in the private dining car of Bob Bob Ricard would kill for a good cheeseburger. Not knowing who amongst the 10 to fear most I was nevertheless careful not to show my back to the femme fatale from Budapest with the pulled-back hair.
Fortunately, Bob Bob Ricard did not disappoint. The classic cheeseburgers were promptly served, one juicier than the next, and there were big smiles all around the table. Almost. I turned nervously to the Hungarian and found her hiding behind the cheeseburger. Slowly she lowered it to reveal the beaming grin of a child who knows how to get her way. I smiled back with open mouth before filling it with a beautifully proportioned London cheeseburger, a glass of the finest claret at the ready.
The next BurgerMonday is 21st of June at Goodman.
