In search of a burger

After spending well over a month in the US, BW and I are, ahem, sporting a little more of ourselves. In other words, my pants don't fit. 

Don't start in with McDonald's stereotypes and such because we're American. We don't do McDonald's. Rather, we ate things friends and family lovingly prepared for us - like raspberry coffee cake and mint sugar cookies - because we were home. And everyone we visited wanted to go out to eat - a lot. My molecules get pudgy just thinking about the cannelloni, pancakes, crab legs and reubens we shoved in our maws. 

Since returning to Prague, we've been doing a lot of fish/veg dishes/soup, but when we got invited by the TyVoles to Burgerfest, we couldn't say no.

In the end, we actually only spent about 5 minutes at Burgerfest; it was sweaty-hot, packed and requiring 30-minute waits in line for burgers. (But I did hear that it was fun later in the more temperate evening, with musical performances and shorter lines.)

Before leaving the grounds, though, I snapped some photos. Burgerfest was held in the Výstaviště fairgrounds, which hosted the General Land Centennial Exhibition in 1891.

A building I'm eager to come back to on the grounds is the Lapidarium, which houses Czech statues from the 11th to 19th centuries, some of which have been on Charles Bridge.

And Průmyslový Palace's Art Nouveau design is lovely up-close.

We ended up going to a restaurant called Palanda for burgers and waiting an hour for our food - ironic, no? I was so hungry I dissected and scarfed my red-wine-and reblochon burger down before thinking to point my camera at it. It was tasty. But the fries were my Achilles Heel - oh, ye gods, they were perfectly julienned, fried and seasoned. 

Afterwards, we had coffee around the corner in a small square - and the young TyVole, miniMacklemore, left to go run a 10k in the center of town. Yes, after eating a giant burger. Teenagers. The rest of us enjoyed the coffee and greenery and company.

Linking up with Nicole and Van.