I have been reading around some where that Fat Boy Burger is the best burger in Singapore. But before I tell you I agree with this moniker, which I don't by the way, let me tell you the background as to why.
Best. What is best? What's best to me might not be best to you. And since this is my dream, I can create an inception. An idea. A thought that makes all hamburger sense.
We were alone and bored. Not remembering how we got to this place (I walked over from my hotel), we staggered and wondered into this joint. It was empty. We ordered at the counter and we went for the make our own burger option. Immediately, my defences were up and I wanted to test if this was a dream. I ordered my burger with egg, bacon, lettuce, tomatoes, on wheat with barbecue sauce on the side. And true enough. The bbq sauce was in the burger!
Level 2. Patty was fresh. Bread was good. Ingredients put together. Less than spectacular. Instead of floating around in space while caught in a zero gravitational fight, I was bemused by the lack of quality.
As the van was hitting the river, like the way I was eating my freedom fries, I could not taste the best of these fries. The fries did not tell me they were the best. They could only warn me that they were maybe moist and over cooked.
Before I could check my totem and hammer the beer bottle on my head to get me to the next level or wake me up, I finally came upon this truth.
Leonardo Di Caprio was dreaming throughout the whole movie. He is already stuck in the dream world.
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