King’s Burger

As I type this, a friend of mine is visiting Graceland. I mention this as a pleaing piece of synchronicity with what I had for lunch today, which was a culinary tribute to the King himself, Elvis Presley.

King’s Burger offers burgers based on a range of bad Elvis puns and references. Funghi in Acapulco – let’s end the pain there. Based in the buzzingly busy George Square gardens, it’s set to do a roaring August trade in this popular al fresco dining spot.

Wise men say, only fools rush in, but I couldn’t help choosing the King’s Burger (£7) from the menu. It was replete with Vegas-jumpsuit-Elvis peanut butter sauce and fried banana. I wasn’t 100% sure about it, but I thought it was time for a little less conversation, little more action so threw caution to the wind.

On reflection I shouldn’t have as I really enjoyed the burger itself, but the topping had me ready to check-in to heartbreak hotel. It did nothing but detract from a juicy, well cooked and flavourful burger, which on its own would have been a definite four star and if it were served in a better bun would be in serious danger of five stars.

I’m a fan of both peanut butter and banana, by the way, so there’s no reason why I shouldn’t have enjoyed the item if it was just a bit more balanced and coherent. Perhaps I would have enjoyed it more if I’d been wearing my blue suede shoes, instead of my more routine brown brogues.

So overall, the recommendation would be to visit King’s Burger but to give the item I tried the curled-lip swerve. Keep things simple and you will be richly rewarded with a very tasty burger, but if you’re lured in by the puns, you’ll be all shook up.