I've stumbled across what has to be - for my money anyway - the best chicken burger in sydney. And by best i mean tastes great - without burning a hole the size of a fist in your wallet. (e.g <$10) Its made with real chicken breast - not the traditional meat pattie. Marinated in a secret blend of onion, chilli and some other stuff which are indiscernible from where I sit.
The meat is grilled till cooked through and yet still succulent. The bun is graced with a slab of butter and lightly toasted. The lettuce is fresh, still crispy, crunchy and glistening with water - not the usual McD's lettuce thats been hiding round the back of the freezer for weeks. The tomato is just as fresh, light in flavour, not soggy, firm to the bite - lending a bit of zest to the burger. An egg is thrown on the grill - the yolk cooked through but not burnt to the plastic consistency most fry eggs to. the condiments are thrown together and wallah...bliss in a mouthful. Its got close to no oil - nice and healthy - and it tastes fan-bloody-tastic. Add to the fact it only costs $7 - which is roughly what a kebab costs anyway and its great value for money. At least I know what meat I'm getting - doner is pretty dodgy sometimes.
But thats not the point of this post. The point is this.
Most people who know me wouldn't label me as predictable. Or even a creature of habit. Heck, *I* wouldn't call myself a creature of habit. However, over the years I've noticed a certain trend. While the manner which by I live my life may be fairly dynamic and unpredictable. It tends to revolve around a very fixed schedule. Which would be food and sport. I get up - I exercise, I eat, go to uni, eat, train, eat, sleep. Anything beyond that is fairly diverse. But in general theres a structure I've worked around - all this is completely subconscious.
Why Chicken burger? Because most fridays, I finish training late. So I run down to the shop -they know me well now...I can even order by telephone in advance - and pick up my order for two chicken burgers. Now I do this every friday - the same order at roughly the same time. (About 11-ish) And its reached a point where the lady at the counter doesn't wait for my call anymore - the chickens on the grill before I ring.
And what makes it all the more scary is that - while I know I regularly make the same orders at my favoured food institutions, the rate of consumption is the same. Confused? Let me explain. When finished with my chicken burgers last friday, I looked for a bin to dispose of the rubbish. As it happened, I walked past a 7-11 and saw a bin just in front. This friday, i ordered two chicken burgers, ate them on my walk home, and i finished both, just as i stopped in front of the 7-11. And all this without having a conscious thought except, "Fuck this Burger is awesome."
To realllly break it down. This would mean that despite the differing weight content in the burger. The rate of consumption of the burger and the average speed at which I travelled was exactly the same as that when I walked on the same route a week ago. Which - while some of you may find unimportant - I find rather unusual to say the least.
It makes me wonder - am I a creature of extreme habit? Or do I fall into some strange sub-category? Or is it just some deja vu thing I don't know about...I hate being confused.