You might remember that, the last time I visited York, I was shocked to be served a burger which had been skewered to a plank of wood with a steak-knife.
I was back in York this week. As you might expect, I was apprehensive when I ordered a burger for lunch. You can imagine my relief, therefore, when the burger was delivered on an ordinary plate, without a stupid steak-knife sticking out of the top of it.
But then I bit into my burger…
…No, your eyes do not deceive you. My burger had been topped with Cheesy Wotsits.
The dirty bastards.