Everybody told us we had to eat at Queenstown’s famous Fergburger. But the lines at lunchtime were ridiculous. No burger is that good.
But if you’re willing to eat a burger at 9 AM, and we were, you can walk right in.
Apparently Fergburger has been around a while, but Lonely Planet named them as some sort of global best burger and it really blew up after that.
I still wouldn’t stand in a long line for it, but it was pretty damn good and we went back, again at breakfast, on our last day.