We arrived at 1:00pm with a small line out the door, but we only had to 
wait 5 minutes before seats were found for us at one of the long community 
tables with 25 of our closets friends. Sitting across from each other, arm to 
arm with no room to move we were packed in like a sardine can. You have no 
choice but to sit, eat and be merry. And don't even try to talk with whomever 
you came with...just write your conversations on a napkin or learn sign 
language. The waitstaff literally yells out your order to the three short order 
cooks manning the grill who are also dropping some great fries (regular and 
sweet potato) and fresh onion rings in a culinary circus of madness. Simone 
ordered a soup that was very good..but really again...whos cares?
I ordered what 
you go to Bartleys for..a burger.  The Democrat to be exact, medium well ( as 
suggested by my concierge unless you like your burger mooing).  It arrived as 
ordered. It was an inch thick topped with about another inch of grilled 
sauerkraut, a couple slices of melted Swiss cheese and a good portion of creamy, 
tangy house made Russian dressing. The bun was mostly useless and disappeared 
under all the toppings. It was a dream come true. Fresh, Rich, Beefy, Drippy, 
Melty, Sloppy and Delicious. The kraut and dressing spilled down the sides of my 
mouth but I wore it loud and proud. I was able to finish the monster, and still 
had room to take on a milk shake to go. I choose the Elvis Frappe which included 
Chocolate Ice Cream, Bananas, and Peanut Butter blended up into a delicious 
smooth, rich coma inducing dessert. A perfect way to end the insanity. Overall 
the food gets 5 stars, the atmosphere 4.  I loved Mr. Bartleys Burger Cottage.  
 
 
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