Sunday should be funday and what can be more fun than chit chat with a girlfriend so that's what Stef and I did.
We met up in Southbank and strolled to Rockpool, took up a corner table at the bar and cranked up our funday Sunday.
In the end he offered to slice each one into two so Stef and I could have half and half. Excellent! His pretentious cow explanation was forgiven as he displayed a practical streak.
The burgers came out and we sighed in delight. And promptly forgot which half was which. There were definitely differences. I liked the first half most. I think it was the mishima. It was juicier and not as dense. The patty wasn't as firmly packed together. Still enjoyed the second half but a whole one of those would have been pretty heavy in the tummy.
Stef commented that she could tell it was a superior burger because although it was juicy and jam packed full it didn't fall apart when hand held.
We ended funday with profiteroles with ice cream, hazelnuts and chocolate. Four little poufs of heavenly patisserie; just what we needed to send us on our way back into the sunshine with smiley faces and light hearts.
I had experienced disappointment the night before at Rosetta and was feeling despondent about Neil Perry but this little lunch set us right. He was also sat at the bar too so a little sneaky look at him was pretty fun too. Rock and Rose huh? I prefer the Rock.