When we made our plans for New Zealand’s South Island there was one thing we were overwhelmingly told to do.
“Oh my God, you have to get a Fergburger in Queenstown!”
There’s probably no other burger bar that manages to be internationally renowned, despite only having one shop. Tourists the world over are willing to queue for hours in a bid to get their chops around one of the beautiful meat filled buns.
Obviously being an enthusiastic eater I didn’t need any encouragement. Top of our to-do list was trying one. A Fergburger would be mine!
We didn’t factor in just how busy this celebrity establishment would be. “We’ll phone through our order,” our gracious hosts suggested, “then drive down when it’s ready in an hour or so.
Except they didn’t answer the phone. For over an hour. Apparently a common thing when they are extra busy.
Stomachs seriously grumbling we were told it didn’t matter anyway, and we’d go where the locals ate: Devil Burger. Just as delicious, not as busy. Done!
Twenty minutes later I was shoving a ‘blue devil’ burger in my gob, blue cheese sauce dripping down my chin. The room was filled with a silence only punctuated by the occasion groan of appreciation. An alternative to Ferg, yes, but not a consolation.
After a night of enjoying the Queenstown nightlife, tummies having been well lined with our Devil Burgers, hangover sustenance was requited. We stumbled in to town at lunch with some serious hanger going on. And there was only one thing we wanted.
Another Devil Burger.
^^^This is the face of a very happy person.
We gave our order and waited for ten minutes in squishy sofas by a toasty open fire. As we drove out of town to find a scenic spot we passed the queue outside Fergburger and laughed at the poor sods waiting for hours in the cold.
So if you’re heading to Queenstown go where the locals go: Devil Burger. You won’t regret it.
Ah, damn it. Now I want another one. Do you think they’d deliver to Auckland?