Burgers are why I couldn't be a vegetarian

The other day I had a really tasty burger at a new local place. They grind actual steak, they bake their own gluten free buns, they top it with whatever you like (I had camembert and mushrooms, my husband had beetroot and caramelised onion) and the result is delicious. We've been eating vegetarian at home for the past few months, which has been really good. It feels healthy, less expensive and better environmentally to not eat meat. Then, the other day I had a craving for a really yummy burger. It's happened before too when I've dabbled in vegetarianism. I don't know why burgers are my weakness. I know they're not the epitome of culinary meat-arts. So two things come out of this: 1) I can recommend a really good, new local burger place (if you live in the same city as me); and 2) I will accept myself as a 90% vegetarian (which probably means not telling people I am, except here where it's anonymous, because often people say you can't be vegetarian by halves, or thereabouts).