Never will I go back to Quick, the burger joint.
I had had doubts about going there before we left. I had wanted to go to our favourite Vietnamese restaurant and have nems and some special fried rice, but alas I was outvoted. I'm not sure my eldest, who did not want to eat there actually put the Vietnamese resto option to my youngest and the RA. He said he ate nothing the last time we went there, which I don't think is strictly true. Anyway, he suggested either Jacksonburger or Quick to the others, so we got Quick.
I seem to remember having had a half decent burger there before now, but I made a bad choice this evening. I took a bacon and goat's cheese 'burger'. Imagine my shock when I opened it at the table to see why it was so thin, and saw no burger; just a slice of ham-thin 'bacon' round with a couple of bits of tomato and a bit of goat's cheese. No burger. I was expecting the same to be sitting on a burger!
So the bread was brown and slightly tastier than your normal burger white chemically-enhanced bun, but it did not make up for the disappointment in not having the slightest smidgen of burger in there.
More positively, the frites were fresh, but really not very tasty, and I had a beer to go with it. That stopped me from sinking into a deep depression at least, as I got a tad merry and was able to laugh at the whole catastrophe. To think I actually paid for that as dinner. I must be mad.
The boys, on the other hand, had a lovely time. My eldest had a cheese-less cheeseburger (does that make sense? Why not just call it a burger, bon dieu?), and my youngest had nuggets which I never ever buy so are something of a novelty. The play area was pretty cool and they were given balloons too. I did not buy them a happy-type meal. They only get those on birthdays.
We went out because I could not be bothered to cook. It's Friday, so end of the week and the contents of the fridge were looking unappealing. We don't often go out to dinner, but I've come to realise the signs of me not wanting to cook, and the fact that there's no point fighting it. I just give in and we eat out. It must happen once every 4 months.
Quick, however, is now dead to me.