Thrilled that after many years of having to pay an extra 1.90 to add cheese to the Watershed burger, they’ve seen the light, realised the error of their ways, and just made it a cheesburger. Tonight’s serving has probably the smallest amount of crispy fried onions on it that I’ve ever had, but the garlic mayo still works a treat. The chips are well fried, and there’s an almost patronisingly limp salad on the side, as if they know you’re never going to touch it. But it passes the time before the film, and is not massively far down the Bristol burger rankings.