I like stumbling. I've found that when I look up or am fiercely recommended a restaurant, my expectations rise to such gargantuan heights that I am next to always disappointed. Hakkasan, beware.
Stumbling, on the other hand, is an absolute delight. You're not only pleased with the food that doesn't taste like processed cardboard, but also happy that destiny decided that you needed a break.
I had the beef burger at Gostana on Monday night, and it certainly didn't look like anything to write home about. It came on a styrofoam plate, the kind that makes an appearance at impromptu weekend house parties or at Christmas when unwanted guests turn up at lunchtime. The epiphany came with the first bite. The meat was soft, so wonderfully spiced, that it's now wrestling for top spot in the list of my all-time favourite fast food experiences.
But because I doubt that bacon will ever be making an appearance on a menu that preaches good health, the undisputed king still remains Burger King's bacon cheeseburger.
Pity. It was really that close.
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