Sometimes things which are dirty, cheap and wrong are just eminently more satisfying. Not often, I grant you, but sometimes - and (for me) burgers are one of those times. I have dipped my toe into the world of the proppa burger time and time again, like a fool, because I really want to believe, but the simple truth is that I don't enjoy them that much. In fact around two thirds of the way in, sure as eggs, I'm sick to death of the whole experience. In contrast I dine with Ronald perhaps a few times a year - and have not once left his table disappointed. Ok, David?