A Study in Burgers

So, there's this new cafe I found. It's called Gatsby's Grill, and it's on the north end of Gardner's Used Books & Music on Mingo between 41st and 51st Streets.

Not only does this place have killer fish and chips, macaroni salad, French fries, twice-baked potatoes, and pecan pies (okay, I might go a little overboard when I try a place for the first time), I found out tonight Gatsby's turns out a pretty darned good burger, too.

The beef was fresh, and the patty was cooked to medium without my even having to ask. Plus, this burger has nice buns. Meaning, one could flick the crust and get a nice, hollow sound. The crumb was substantial and chewy, which I liked.

I love a bun that can stand up for itself when it counts. For $4.50, this burger made my pocketbook just as happy as were my taste buds.

See that photo of the burger up there? I know we're all taught not to play with our food, but let's do it anyway.

Mmm. Radioactive burger.

What's a photo of a yummy burger if one can't alter it and change it and use it to go a little crazy?

Snow! It's snowing!

There's nothing quite like a burger during the deafening silence of a snowstorm.

We had to miss the PSO Parade of Lights tonight thanks to a certain someone's recurring ear infection. That's okay, though.

We have plenty of Christmas lights right here.

"I have an order for one burger with cheddar cheese. Sir, would you like nuts with that?"

That a Flickr/Picnik user can add clusters of nuts to any photo they wish is...well, actually, I don't know what to think about that.

Holy burger! (Doesn't that sound like something Robin would say? "Holy burger, Batman!")

Psychedelic burger!

Pixelated burger!

Ah. Variety - and beef - is the spice of life.