I skipped breakfast this morning because I was running late for work, rookie mistake! I though I could do this. I’m not hungry, I don’t need to run down to the shop to get some noms. Then I saw this!!! Aaaaaaaand now my mouth is watering, my brain is thinking of a way to speed up time using some form of quantum physics and my stomach has decided to sing the song of it’s people!
Damn you PornBurger!!!!!!!!!!!!
This bromantic stack of sophistication has three degrees and a black belt in French kissing. We’re talking melted Gruyère de Comté over a grass fed beef patty, a black truffle demi glace, bone marrow onion jam, a gratuitous dick joke, pickled beets, and an oven crisped cheese puff. In fact, the only thing missing from this beasty, is a shirtless Seth Rogen.