Monday, March 19, 2012
I'm not sure what the above artery clogging concoction was called. I'm hoping they weren't quite as bad for you when you split them with someone else and ate them over two meals on two different days. But I do know they were good. The left third were french fries with cheese curds and gravy, the middle third were cheddar cheese fries and the right third were chili cheese fries. As far as I know, the only place you can find them is at a place called Zombie Burgers in the Urban Jungle.
My wife had been there a time or two over the years but I had never been there. Whenever I am up in the Urban Jungle on the weekends during prime eating hours, the place is packed with a line two blocks long waiting to get carryout and no food is worth that kind of wait. But during a Saturday outing to the State Historical Society building just up the street to do some genealogy research a couple months ago, we stopped in a little before eleven in the morning when there were a few seats available. (Fifteen minutes later there was a line already forming outside.)
I've always maintained that the secret to any restaurant success, one must serve something unique, do it well, and don't try to please everyone with vast menus of meals. Although Zombie Burger's menu is a bit larger than what I would recommend, they follow the other two rules well. It is a place to get burgers. The burgers all have some sort of name that you would find in a classic zombie flick which is the unique part of the equation. The one above was my burger which I think was called the T-Virus Burger. It was essentially a meat paddy, topped by a huge portabello mushroom cap, topped with melted Swiss cheese and the standard burger fixings. It was very hard to eat and contain the mushroom from slipping out but it was oh so good.
Since these sat forgotten on my camera phone (which explains the lack of quality) for so long, I have forgotten what my wife had but judging from the picture and the menu which I also photographed, I think it was called the Dead Moines and is a burger with smoked Gouda, prosciutto, ham with the rest of the fixings.
Another unique thing about this place was that the menus were actually found on the insides of these zombie newspapers which made for good reading while waiting for our food. The food was excellent and I would love to eat there again sometime in the future but doubt that I will eat there too often. It is small with limited seating, the lines are extremely long and I don't think my arteries could handle fries like that more than once a year without some sort of repercussion.