Hamburger in Pyongyang

It was a blessing. It was like visiting someone’s parent, who had once, maybe six years ago, seen a picture of a hamburger, and was now asked to re-create it. But where memory might have failed, competence reigned supreme. Since there is no import of burger bread, seasoning, etc, everything was made from scratch. No Heinz cheating or HP Sauce shortcuts. Only handcrafted bliss.