Last Saturday evening I felt the pleasure that comes with discovery of something beautifully simple. Like all of these things that make one exclaim 'It's so obvious! It's great!, I couldn't believe I had lived without it. I shall set the scene:
Having had a couple of beverages out with Jojo in another lovely Wellington bar, we decided that we needed a snack in order to survive the winter chill and bus journey home. We went to BurgerFuel which it would seem has a reputation in NZ as a good burger bar. Just slipping in under the closing wire of midnight, we ordered and were happy when our meals appeared fairly speedily. Jo looked at my tray, frowned and said "They haven't given you a Doofer". "A what?" I replied, wondering what she herself was doing playing with some kind of presumably free cardboard game/toy/hat. "A doofer", she replied matter-of-factly, holding up a sort of semi-circular mini-basket that she had assembled by slotting the edges together. Holding it to the bottom of her burger, she concluded: "It stops all the bits falling out the bottom of your burger".
Could anything be more sensible?
