Inedible. The only flavour present was from the floury ghost-like bun.
This is not so surprising when you discover that the centimetre thick slab of egg and overflowing bounty of bacon in the picture above the counter actually looked like a roadkill gerbil. Less Burger King, more Purger King.
I know: the food is never the same as the photo, but I expect it to bear some relation. Second cousin, perhaps. Even the one they keep in the attic because they’re so ashamed of it. But this bitty wasn’t even the same species.
Same contents, technically, but completely different amounts. Bit like asking for a glass of water and seeing the waiter scoop your drink from the Thames.