To me, burgers are classified as a treat on days where I can be either extremely down or up. Once upon a time, say 15 years ago, grabbing dinner at McDonalds was akin to striking a winning lottery number. To us kids back then, more so my brother, it was THE highlight of the week when dad pulls over to our nearby McDonalds.
Whilst I no longer feel the same about a filet o'fish (sorry pal!), I still do like an excellent burger - yes, I won't mind running for the rest of the week just to sink my teeth into something worth the extra calories.
Having saw a friend posted about Royal Stacks on social media and being in the city on a Thursday night after a tremendous week, it was the perfect opportunity to head here for dinner.
Only time I would ever be obsessed with royalty is when they taste this goooood:)