My, that’s a tasty burger

In the words of Mr Q Tarantino. Or something.

There are, of course, moments when I think Big Vern’s Diner is the only reason I come to Jersey. But those moments are often those spent staring down at the freshly served 4oz with chips before me, when not even the intrusion of salad and coleslaw into the arena set forth before me for my taste bud tantalisation can upset the positive chi of the universe.

Not only fantastic local food served by Vern, a Geordie with, so he tells me, ‘the reactions of not only a gazelle, but a young gazelle, but also a fantastic view.

Outside Big Vern's

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