http://www.mrbartley.com/
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.