Every wednesday when I went to Walkabout in Plymouth, there was a burger van operated by a nice lady across the road. And I'd almost always get a cheese-burger, with bacon, fried onions, ketchup and burger sauce. Now, it's not the best burger I have tasted (Hang Ten in Plymouth: 'oh my goodness, oh...my...dayum...') but it was my favorite burger van. I'd go there whatever the weather was -- and it was often chucking it down; have a chat and stuff, and I would go home happy, or it would prepare me for the night.