Wrestling with lunch

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A charming country pub caught our eye while looking for somewhere to eat. Once inside, we admired the décor, and ordered burger and fries. Some of the food on offer sounded overly fancy, with high prices, so we kept things simple. Unfortunately the chef hadn't kept things simple. The meal was presented on a wooden tray with sides about 4cm deep. No plate. The fries were scattered around, and the burger was a lopsided tower of ingredients held together with a wooden skewer. Call me old fashioned, but burger to me means something you can pick up to eat. Scooping the bun bonanza from the tray, I concentrated on not poking myself in the eye with the skewer. First bite went reasonably well, but started a landslide of tomato, bacon and onion rings. I didn't dare let go of the bun as it slithered around in my hands. I have to say the burger was one of the best ever taste wise. It was a shame eating it was quite a challenge. And if we go back to that pub any time, I'm going to ask for a plate.