I’m run­ning out of food-relat­ed puns. I know right, what is this I don’t even. That’s how much I’ve been eat­ing and writ­ing and writ­ing about eat­ing late­ly. So let’s just get right into it, shall we? Just one review for you tonight.

1. The Great Philadelphian Cheeseburger at The General Practitioner. 

I’m no real­i­ty TV show food judge being all “well a bouil­l­abaisse  is that, not this” but I’m pret­ty sure that Philadel­phia is famous for its cheese STEAKS, not its burg­ers. So I don’t under­stand the name, but I do under­stand a tasty burg­er when I eat one, and this was a tasty burg­er.

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Hur­ray for crunchy ice­berg let­tuce after so many places serve you slimy mesclun. The mush­rooms and the bacon gave love­ly flavour, and the pat­ty was well sea­soned and the right kind of juicy. It would have been nice for there to have been more of the cheese sauce, though that could have made the whole thing too rich. What let the burg­er down though was the bun, which I’m pret­ty sure was a stan­dard super­mar­ket num­ber instead of the promised Pan­doro, and also the pal­lid chips which were sad­ly under­cooked and blah. Still, the burg­er was good enough that I plan on going back tomor­row to try their Dine menu. Don’t just take my word about this burg­er though! Word on the Street loved it, while The Great Burg­er Chal­lenge also found it lack­ing in sauce and were dis­ap­point­ed in the chips.