On the long journey from Canberra (did you know it’s the capital of Australia?) to Ben Boyd National Park, we stopped at the Food Factory in Cooma, world renowned for its 35 types of burgers. Jill was super excited for the prospect of choosing from the huge menu, but as a true burger connoisseur she stuck with the original cheeseburger, no beetroot, pineapple, or egg, thank you very much. I, being a human garbage disposal, got the “lot” with all the traditional Aussie fixins. The wait stuff harassed Jill a little bit for her very obvious disdain of beetroot, we all laughed. For some reason, Drew chose the Greek burger with feta and olives, AND cut in half to save for later (which never happened).
It was a nice day so we decided to take our new treasure out to the “bogan” (Google it) park with random gangs of young teenagers smoking near the skateboarding half pipe. Jill had told me the criteria for a good burger – pink in the inside, appropriate meat to bun ratio, condiment choice, NO AUSSIE FIXINGS. Needless to say, our food factory burger in its entire anticipated splendor was an all around (wah wah) disappointment. The meat didn’t stick together (“loose and foul” says Jill), there was too much bun, it was more like a sandwich. In my case, the beetroot and pineapple made it more like a sandwich than burger. As is the spirit of burger blog, the company and the atmosphere made up for the slightly less than satisfactory burger.
It was a nice day so we decided to take our new treasure out to the “bogan” (Google it) park with random gangs of young teenagers smoking near the skateboarding half pipe. Jill had told me the criteria for a good burger – pink in the inside, appropriate meat to bun ratio, condiment choice, NO AUSSIE FIXINGS. Needless to say, our food factory burger in its entire anticipated splendor was an all around (wah wah) disappointment. The meat didn’t stick together (“loose and foul” says Jill), there was too much bun, it was more like a sandwich. In my case, the beetroot and pineapple made it more like a sandwich than burger. As is the spirit of burger blog, the company and the atmosphere made up for the slightly less than satisfactory burger.
The food factory had a guestbook, as you will, to write reviews. I could not let them down, thanked them for their burger and let them know that the service was the best part (yes, I was ‘nice’ because don’t forget, I am always nice). Remember, they instantly starting teasing me upon my arrival and continued through my departure (because she emphatically stated, according to Vi, that she HATED beetroot like four times). Personally, I think they just like to pick on Americans. Thank you Cooma for offering yourself for my burger blog.
sorry folks, no website. the food factory is still small town livin' ;).
By da bomb vivi and hello jilly!
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