Winston cheeseburgers.... Prepare yourself for a smoky, juicy taste of seventh American heaven. Forget the tomato, forget the hot and wilted lettuce, and forget the bloody beetroot. No, this is pure, classic, timeless simplicity. If Frank Lloyd Wright, Willie Nelson and Steve Jobs got together to design a cheeseburger for the people, this would be it. Just a grilled patty, a fresh white bun, melted cheese and a delicious sauce, all in perfect proportions. Combine it with the chilly fries and cheese sauce and you will soon be fist pumping, all "USA! USA!".
If you have are lucky to have just enough room left for the tender, smoky, slow cooked brisket then don't hold back for you will be soon be seeing stars inside a hazy, blissful, food coma Nirvana that's reminiscent of the acid dream sequence from Midnight Cowboy. In the weeks and months that follow, you will return again and again to that strange hallucination - and soon enough, in one of your weaker moments, you will go stumbling, salivating, back to that noisy street corner in North Hobart. I guarantee it. On your way there you will pass by the McDonalds and Hungry Jacks, laughter echoing through the streets as you gaze upon those pathetic souls in souped up Subarus, waiting to be served their cardboard and sugar sandwiches.
No, friend, this here is real American junk food. Gourmet junk food. And hot damn is it good. read more