I’m not really a fan of Jetstar or any low-frill airline for that matter. Yes, I get the whole bargain-basement-methodology when there are offers like $207 fares enticing you to be your own Hawaii 5-0 but when I travel I am partial to a bit of luxury and the very minimum I expect is a personal inflight entertainment screen, a seat where there is a gap between by knees and the next seat and a free cookie to keep my sugar levels spritely. Unfortunately on a recent leg from Sydney to Queenstown, I ate my words and boarded a Pacific Blue flight and after 3 hours of flight time, a patient wait for my red suitcase and an even longer wait to collect the keys to the hire car; I was, you could say more than chomping at the bit for some sustenance and given the absence of cookie, I was definitely in need of more than a couple of crumbs.

First stop – Fergburger.

One thing that Masterchef has done quite successfully after two record-breaking seasons is to build the celebrity-esque reputations of many a restaurant around. Our tastebuds are searching for signature dishes, savouring speciality flavours and giving their chefs Hollywood Boulevard status. Move over Quay and put your snow egg snowball to the side so you can make enough room on the plate and in the stomach for a Fergburger because the likes of a Little Lamby, Big Al or a Cockadoodle Oink are certainly not for the faint-hearted.

Go to Shotover Street, follow the beanie/ear-muff/puffa jacket crowd and cram inside to get in line for a super-heart stopper. The burgers are massive in taste and size, prices range between NZ $10-16.50 and the funny thing is – at the end, the only thought on your mind is when will you be back for more?

Fergburger @ 42 Shotover Street, Queenstown 9300 New Zealand