It is possible, particularly in the days of modern television chef shows, to become overly precious about food.
It’s okay to be a little snobby – it’s what raises our standards and demands a fresh, caringly prepared plate in front of us when we’re paying a well-earned dollar for a much-deserved culinary experience.
Sometimes however, there’s room to let your hair down a little. Sure, we still want food to be fresh and prepared with care.
At Miss Kay’s, which has been at Springwood a bit over two years, food comes without knives and forks. Not even a chopstick. Just that little pointy over-sized toothpick which sticks through the burger to keep it upright.
That means there’s no room for deconstructing the burger, pulling bits off here and there to make it mouth-size.
You may be tempted to pull the onion – the size of a junior burger on its own – out, but you’d be messing with the flavours as it blends with the maple bacon, American cheese, lettuce, pickles and various sauces.
I’m pretty sure there was a meat patty in there somewhere, too.
It’s hard to know as the sauces run down your hand to your elbows.
There’s an argument that this isn’t the place for a first date. Then again, as you laugh your way through a burger and admire the artistry that comes with a cocktail of vodka, malibu and mixed lollies, maybe it’s perfect first-date material.
The “Poutine burger” comes with bacon bits, halloumi, gravy and fries.
For something different, try deep fried pickles in a salt and vinegar seasoning. Or fries with shaved halloumi. Or a token veg burger with mozzarella sticks, roasted peppers and a veggie patty.
Milk shakes come with chocolates and other interesting goodies, including a shot of your favourite spirit if you’re that way inclined.
Granted, soft serve would have food snobs squirm in their seat. But there are enough closet Mr Whippy fans who’s appreciate the 100s and 1000s, mini marshmallows and freckles that come with “The Dolly Parton”.
You don’t even have to tell anyone.
Miss Kay’s could very well become my latest guilty pleasure.
