I remember my first Threadboys Burger - a cheese topped feast - so well. Up until then a burger for me was either a tasteless frozen pattie or a distant memory of some greasy concoction on a clear pyrex plate in a diner in Lyme Regis whilst listening to Ziggy and the Belle Ends on the jukebox in about 1959. When I smell that succulent meat mountain now it reminds me of my late husband. He used to like to give me mouthful every Saturday and he'd always have a whopper.
Mrs T (Great Heaving)
I remember my first Threadboys Burger and Fries - a bacon topped tower - so well. I'd just been down the bus shelter with Wayne who I was seeing at the time. He'd just told me I was a fat cow and that unless I lost a few pounds he wasn't going to do me any more. So I went to Threadboys and I was like upset. I thought well I'd better have a small garden salad then and then I thought well fuck it and fuck Wayne - I'll have a double bacon feast. And I did. I've never looked back - or forwards for that matter.
Brenda O (Knowlton)
I remember my first Threadboys Burger - a Flame-grilled Fiesta - so well. I had been helping my employer to fix his mini-tractor when he he took me by surprise from behind. I was tightening his nuts at the time so it was a shock. I remembered that a spicy meal was good for cleaning out the passageways, so I went to the nearest Threadboys and snaffled a quick one. It all came out. To this day I still feel sick every time I smell barbecue sauce.