In this week’s Burgers I’ve Burgled, I prove my commitment to the craft. Here is what passed my fancy, and then my lips this week…
As it is in life, it is in burgers. In this week’s #BurgersI’veBurgled, our hero asks the big questions: Can you be happy with basic? Will less be more satisfying?
Since his last update in the #BurgersI’veBurgled series, our hero, no longer on holidays, is dealing with stupid reality by bludgeoning his senses…with burgers. Hooray!
While I’ve traded the backdrop of stupidly sunny Sydney for stupidly sunny Bali, the same cannot be said for my eating habits. Yes, I have very few interests. Come at me, Bali burgers
What a trip. I didn’t go anywhere special, just further down the rabbit hole of burgers and deep regret. Come along, the wallpaper tastes like…cholesterol.
All those burgers I’ve eaten. All those missed social engagements, all those squandered paycheques. Meh. Have done, will do again. House, schmouse.
Well, one year closer to the grave and no wiser, but more burgers. Welcome back to the first mortal jaunt of 2017. Well, less of a jaunt, and more a slow wobble, desperately short of breath.
The man made entirely of grease, destitution and juvenile comedy returns with his latest Burgers I’ve Burgled, which neatly doubles as the reason he won’t live to see 40.
In this week’s Burgers I’ve Burgled, we watch as the heavyweight gets even heavier. Round six. This staying power defies logic. And healthy eating guidelines.
There’s a famous old quote: Find what you love and let it kill you. In part five of Burgers I’ve Burgled, you can see a man actually put the saying into practice.
In part four of Burgers I’ve Burgled, our favourite self-loathing, burger-gorging man-child returns with yet more evidence that he won’t live to see 40.
Not that we condone this sort of behaviour, but welcome to part three of Burgers I’ve Burgled: one man’s search for love in a burger wrapper. Kayne loves burgers. They don’t love him back.
Welcome back to Burgers I’ve Burgled, the very public funeral of burger addict, Kayne Taylor, in which he walks us through the best burgers that killed him. RIP.
We’re all about exploiting addicts, so we’ve roped in Kayne, who has a burger problem, to exhibit the best burgers in Sydney. (And PS: he’s thin; yes, please hate him.)
While he strode in, he left in a wheelbarrow. Enjoy the evidence of one man shortening his life significantly at Burgapalooza. Don’t let it spoil your dinner.