sometimes the quest for a good burger goes astray

Yesterday, I ate a mediocre burger as a patriotic act. It was kind of soothing to see the familar Triple O/White Spot logo beaming at us across a busy shopping centre. Chris and I don't often find Canadian things in Bangkok, but there, on one of the upper floors of Central World, was a little franchise from Nat Bailey's White Spot empire. I swear the fries tasted like McCain's. They were my favourite part of our lunch!  It's probably been four and a half years since Chris and I had eaten at a White Spot, but we used to step into the Macleod Trail location after work from time to time.