Sunday, June 7, 2020

I’m surprised that the wrapper on my burger says “vegan”. After a couple of bites, I realize why. The mushroom burger isn’t a burger with added mushrooms. It’s made of mushrooms, shaped into a breaded patty. I like it. It’s better than the regular burgers that I’ve had at this place. Ordering is confusing. I have trouble understanding what the worker at the counter mumbles through her mask, even when she switches from Hebrew to English. At least she is wearing a mask. People who work restaurant counters rarely do, even though they speak to customers face to face at close range. I sit down outside with my soda to wait for my order. A religious family is sitting two tables away. That’s unexpected. This burger joint doesn’t keep kosher. They advertise their cheeseburgers. They’re not hiding it. I look more closely and see that the family is eating pizza. That explains that. This place shares a patio with the Pizza Hut next door, which is kosher. As I eat, I start to read a new book on film editing that arrived for me this morning. I quickly give up. I’m too tired to juggle both a burger and a paperback. I focus on the food. The fries are uninspiring. I remember too late that I had liked the sweet potato fries last time. I’ll get them when I come back. I’ll know to order the mushroom burger again.