In a land Down Under… on the preferred and more heavenly blessed, East side of Down Under, a few not so pretty and sophisticated Yanks were tramping about New Zealand jumping into any activity of outdoor fun they could dig up between rounds of pint plunging, when one evening… Late one evening, after another accomplished night of touring the local pubs, they stumbled upon a small burger kitchen in a back alley. After taking their proper place in the generally tipsy “queue” and sharing some laughs, desperately needed burgers were at last ordered. Upon receiving their burgers, as culturally lacking Yanks, they inquired as to whether the establishment had ketchup for the burger. Without hesitation and prepared for such ale-induced comments, they replied, “I got ketchup, try the burger, Mate”. Not understanding this new local language, or the change we received, we blurted back, “We’ll try the burger, but you do have ketchup right?” A final reply was returned with a chuckle and shake of the head “Just try the burger, Mate”. For which while stubbornly refusing to leave the counter without their all important ketchup, a bite was taken into the monster, and with a mouthful blurted, “F..k, the ketchup! What’s on the Burger!? The kiwi with a friendly grin bounced back a “Welcome to Fergburger, Mate” From that humbling experience, a thought stumbled through the fog of the next morning, “why isn’t there a Burger Joint that has different, actually really unique, great tasting, big juicy b