I’ll be the judge of that.
I am, as my faithful fans know, constantly seeking the perfect burger. Some people love fine wines, others dark chocolate. Me, its the humble hamburger, invented when some angry cook smashed a meatball because it wasn’t cooking fast enough and put it in between two pieces of bread so someone could walk and eat at the same time.
This place, Mr. Bartley’s Burger Cottage had me at hello with the menu:
I nearly ordered the Dick Cheney burger, but someone the thought of that man made me lose my appetite.
And then there is this recent addition:
And, the decor, really really really interesting:
Love how Bill is wearing the dress (sorry for the blurriness):
Self explanatory:
Reagan sells cigarettes:
Onto the food. I’ll start with the good:
This is a frappe, which is New England for milkshake. Super sweet and absolutely delicious. Really really good.
And now for the hamburger:
WOW. I waited about a half an hour for my food. This thing finally arrived and I spent five minutes trying to figure out how I was going to eat this thing. I asked for extra bread and they said no. It was a double burger, two giant patties. Good lord. I finally used a knife and fork. Took out the joy of the burger eating. It was just too much. And then there was the name of this thing — the George W. Bush burger. I had to say I wanted George W. Bush. Why oh why?
The burger itself was charred on the outside. I’d give it a 6/10. However, those orange fries next to it, were made of sweet potato and completely divine. I kept eating and eating them.
I think this place is worth another visit. The Bush burger may not have been the best choice, so expect a follow up to this one.
