Meeting Oozy - a restaurant review of Burgs at RCity by Aman Ghildiyal

Yesterday I had my first encounter with Oozy. Oh! Got ahead in my story.

I had gone for a movie to R City Mall. After the movie I told Dad that I was hungry. At first, he said there was food at home. But then, just as we reached the exit, he asked me if I want a burger. We went in again. As he was taking me along I thought, “Where are we going?” Then I saw the Burgs signboard. This is where I had my first encounter with the burger Oozy

At first I wanted to eat the BBQ Chicken but Dad suggested I try something different so I ended up eating the Oozy. We even added a cheese slice to it. The beef in it was nice, the BBQ sauce and the mushroom + sauce combo with it was awesome.

It was better than McDonalds because;

1     -  McDonalds gives one patty and some cheese in one burger.

2     -  They don’t even give anything to drink except coffee and soft drinks. Burgs gives Iced Tea!!!

The beef in the burger was surprisingly good with the mushroom sauce, considering I never liked beef too much. 

The place was also nice. I just did not like the speed of service. It was too slow.

My Dad was complaining that the bread was crumbly. He always has a complaint about food. Well, some Dads never learn, even with really nice food…

I still loved the food and I want to go again. I loved the creaminess of the mushroom sauce went well with the BBQ sauce and the mince beef patty they made and the occasional piece of cheese slice…. I loved it.

Sorry got a bit carried away. So… anyone reading!? Ok bye! I’m gonna eat more!

~Aman Ghildiyal

The above review is written by my 11 year old son, Aman. I have transcribed it almost as he wrote it with the most minor changes. I cannot describe how proud I was of him and i had to share it. Do please leave a comment for him, I will make sure he reads them.

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