Starving, I was at Gangnam Street. My eyes met Shake Shack hamburger restaurant and found no queue. I entered the restaurant and had THE famous burger.
The burger looked tiny. Crunched. It tasted good with sweet bun and the smoke-perfumed and grit-textured patty. Then I reckoned such an initial feeling comes from some tricky addition.
Eating a bit, I removed the bun, because I did not like the texture and taste.
Aftertaste was quite unpleasant.
I missed the Burger King hamburger of my youth in American Camps and the early 1990s in Paris.