I don’t want sterile, hygienic, latex-gloved. I want disposable cutlery no cutlery use your hands it tastes better.
I don’t want healthy organic good for me. I want mayo processed meat go straight to my thighs.
I don’t want to drive for hours for Maccas pizza or pub grub with a side of adult toys advertisement.
I want somewhere five minutes away and all its patrons are in home clothes and slippers.
I want a burger made before my eyes, stacked and staked as high as it would go. I want to sit on plastic chairs still slightly wet from the evening downpour, next to a family whose excitement about this behemoth creation rivals mine.
If you’re in Malaysia, eat a Ramly burger for me won’t you?
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