Same. They’re both perfectly valid opinions. If it’s 4 in the afternoon and I want a burger before a night of hard drinking, keep your damn egg to yourself. If it’s 4 in the morning after a night of hard drinking, a runny yolk on a greasy bacon breakfast burger is just what the doctor ordered. But for me hard fried or scrambled just don’t feel right.

I tried one a couple years ago with an open mind.

I took two bites and yeah no. Couldn’t eat it.

I told the server that I couldn’t eat it, so she took my plate off the table and slapped the bill down in front of me, charging me for it without offering any alternatives while my lunch mates slowly enjoyed their good burgers and I got to sit there watching, hungry, and sixteen dollars lighter in the wallet. Worse, I was about to catch a plane, so I was fucked on getting any other food.

I got the rolled eyes treatment when I paid and didn’t tip.

I’m not bitter about that experience. Not one bit.

That’s pretentious but I could deal with it better than a fucking egg.