There's No Taste Like Home

At home, there's nothing I love more than biting into my dad's garlic-soaked burgers, smothered in jack cheese, topped with avocado. I've run the gamut of quality and class, from a $20 kobe beef masterpiece to a double double with extra cheese from In N Out. I've finished a crave case. I've waited on a 100 ft Shake Shack line. Anybody can make a decent burger, but it takes a certain kind of genius to make a great one.

Which brings me to Accra. Yesterday, I was feeling a little nostalgic-- not to mention starving -- so I stopped by a local restaurant with some friends and ordered a cheeseburger. I'll skip the buildup and just say this: it was amazing. 

The cheese was melted to almost a cream, but still gooey enough that it didn't make a mess. Both tangy and sweet, it complimented the rich meaty taste of the patty. It was topped with onions, lettuce, and another fried vegetable that I couldn't quite decipher. Normally, I don't like too many additions. I feel that they take away from the burger's original purpose. But these worked. The crunch of onions and fried mystery food balanced out the softness of the patty and the smoothness of the cheese. Best of all, there were no tomatoes. I hate raw tomatoes. 

It's comforting to know that even though I'm far from home, I'm still close to at least one of the things I love. Now if only they could work on getting Chipotle here...