I know what your thinking…. how do $1 jagerbombs make a kick ass burger joint open up? OR you’re thinking where do you even get $1 jagerbombs from!?

Both are pretty cool right and here’s the story from myself, Tim, one of the founders of Burger Head and my journey to getting Burger Head up and attem’.

So Burger Head opens in 2017… let’s wind the clock back to 2014 when I was 19.

I did what any 19 year old would do….hop a plan to Europe with mates and run a muck. Here’s why “run a muck” is funny…. 2 months into the trip there wouldn’t be much running…..

2 months of partying, exploring, eating and shopping came to an abrupt end on a BIG boozy night out in the little town of Lagos in southern Portugal…

Like all good things Aussies are taxed through the nose to enjoy something… Portugal is a little more frugal with their taxes and therefore the savings are passed onto YOU!

Enter…$1 JAGERBOMBS the good ol’ concotion of a shot of Jagermeister with a red bull chaser. A teenager’s dream on a night out. At $1 it’d be plain rude not to take advantage of them too right?

Well I gave it a good shake of the sauce bottle and tried to down my body weight in Jagerbombs as you can imagine…. I was legless (again this is funny as the story progresses)

At some point on this night out I thought it was a cracka idea to jump over a fence not knowing what was on the other side. In my head I thought it was only a small little drop…. ohhhh boy was I wrong.

The fence I jumped over.

As you can see in the background…. If i’d jumped over there I would’ve been sweet.No broken leg BUT there might be no broken leg and no Burger Head?

I’ve landed and had a huge pain through my ankle… Now it hurt but it didn’t hurt THAAAAT bad. So like a corked leg… I tried to walk it off…. After a few steps that was proving to be a tricky one….

I managed to find a spot to pull myself up and over and I hopped about 100m back to my accommodation… From there I was carried to my Hostel by a couple of people for an X-Ray.

At the hospital the nurse asked me where it hurt…. check the picture….I’m sure you don’t need years of medical school to tell you that my ankle wasn’t sitting right….

Anyway.. the hospital didn’t have an x-ray machine and were instead going to send me over to the next town to get an X-ray. I somehow convinced myself in my lil noggin that If they breath tested me and if I was drunk (I was paralytic) my travel insurance wouldn’t cover me no more. SO… I went back to my hostel with 2 panadols and 1 crutch, not a set, just 1.

I was laying in bed with my gnarly ass ankle just c-h-illin’ before catching a train to Lisbon, the capital the next morning. With the help of a mate and armed with 1 crutch and a cuppla panadols I hopped with my backpack to the station and hopped (literally) onto my 5 hour ride up north.

You know how doctors tell you to elevate and ice it? Yeah none of that, nada, zip. Just my canckle chilling in front of me like a car ride.

Now on this train ride my buddy and I hitched a plan where we’d dump our bags at the hostel, I’d go through to the hospital, get an x-ray, get cleared, come home and we’d hit up the football (soccer) match in town that night.

WELL…. there was a little spanner thrown in the works and I didn’t leave the hospital for a shade over a week.

I got the x-ray and when they’d analyzed the jigsaw puzzle that was my leg they called me into a room and told me the bad news.

Broken tibula, fibula, ankle and a dislocated ankle.

HOWZAT. Tried to walk it off..

That’s how a leg is meant to look right?

Still can’t believe I thought it was only sprained or that the nurse asked me where does it hurt

Anyway, they also told me I’d be needing surgery however being in a non-English speaking country, no family and no Aussie doctors I wasn’t really vibing. SO I said no thanks I’ll get the surgery back home.

NOW to get me home took a while…. With help of Rachel from the Embassy, we were able to get onto the travel insurance and find a flight home for me but like all insurance companies, it took a little while to liaise and organise.

`On the positive travel insurance had to pay for a business class flight home so I could keep my leg up. Not behd.

Anyway, so I returned home, had the surgery and what I thought would be 8 weeks in a boot, whip it off and be sweet turned into nearly 6 months in a boot and a shit load of rehab. Basically had to learn to walk again!

When I was finally right to get back to work a friend, Saint Elisha, put me in contact with a restaurant manager who needed some staff. The restaurant was Master that’s where I met Dicky and Josh and the rest is history as they say.

At the time Sitting at home with my mangled leg was one of the shittest times in my life but now years later I realised it turned out to be one of the best things in my life and led me to starting Burger Head with the others.

So moral of the story…. get loose in Europe and see what happens?

How $1 Jagerbombs Started Burger Head