Bayger burger joint, Byron Bay
Yep. You see what they did there with the name? Very sneaky. Like little white trash kids sneaking into the big top circus when it rolls through town… Very sneaky indeed.
Bayger is another addition to the ever-growing family of new wave eateries modern society calls “the burger bar”. Local free-range meats, locally baked buns, gourmet salad and home made sauces. Effing awesome. I love this shit.
As soon as I looked at the menu though, I discovered a typo. I continued reading and discovered a few more typos. This annoys me on a menu. On a random assed food blog – that’s fine, but on a menu… People got spell check right? A big brother or sister? Something? (Just in case, I will recant my previous paragraph if I am informed that they are crazy hippies and intended to write “we serve our beef burgers with slightly pink center enchanting the flavour”. I didn’t notice the pink center enchanting the flavour while we were there, but that’s not to say it wasn’t going on…)
Buffalo wings came with no blue cheese sauce, which was kinda disappointing since we were gagging for buffalo wings with blue cheese sauce, and got them because the menu read “buffalo wings… with a side of blue cheese dipping sauce”. But our buffalo wings came with no blue cheese dipping sauce. Maybe should of told us at the start instead of shrugging it off with a “no we don’t have any of that”. But they were good fried chicken wings tossed in sweet chilli.
Onion rings were good. Could have had a slightly thicker batter though.
Burgers were great except they were missing the pickle they were cited as having on the menu. But they were great. Cooked medium, juicy, well-seasoned, squishy soft Turkish bun… Fantastic. Really good burgers just let down a little by small inconsistencies. But this is what I’m always talking about. In the hospitality game, no matter how big your restaurant, or how small your wiener penis willy hotdog stand, you need to have consistency. You need to give people the product you are telling them they will get. And do it well… and then, as Jesus said*, life shall be good for all.
It was, like, 34 bucks for two burgers, fries, onion rings, “buffalo wings”, and a house made juice which tasted like fresh lemon, rose water and sugar? Maybe like a middle eastern home made lemonade. Well and truly worth it if they could just iron out a couple of kinks.
*may not be an actual quote from Jesus.
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7 responses to “Bayger Burgers, Byron Bay”
just to enchant my friends point… mis en place and consistency is what we live our lifes by, I reckon G and myself would get it tattooed on us if it wouldn’t make us look like a pair of twats.. that is all 🙂
Agreed. We certainly don’t need crazy matching cheffy tattoos to make us look like twats… hmmm…
PS. Pauly, I’m liking the way you got enchant into that sentence.
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Yep I have done the Bayger Burger thing…served yet again in Byron by some backpacker who has no idea what he is selling nor gives a toss about what he is selling which kinda shits me when it comes to food and customer service in general. But is ubiquitous in the Bay! Tried the latest version of the Treehouse at Belongil on the weekend. That cafe space was where I started my north coast journey, way back in 1990, working there in the hot and busy Byron summers as a person who made coffee on a coffee machine (no baristas in those days – we just made coffee). So anyway, was really unimpressed – shall I go on? They offer one fresh vege juice and the juicer was broken so the only thing was freshly squeezed orange juice sitting in a vegemite type jar in the bottom of the drinks fridge if I wanted that (i didn’t). Took the last muffin which was bland as a hat sandwich like a sponge cake with a piece of apple here and there, kinda weird and disappointing. My friend and I knew we were only having a quick coffee and going, and as it was only 11am and as lunch service hadn’t started yet and it was quiet and the really comfy long couch on the long table was free we jumped on that after an epic beach walk, to rest our weary limbs. And then she came over and said, um is it just the two of you? and I said yeah, I know, we chose the long table but we are only here for a coffee and then going and if a large party wants to sit here we are more than happy to move (i know the drill). Its just that, she goes on, it is a really large table just for two. yes, I nod, i know. and off she trots. terrible shame, such potential that place, unique, tucked away, hidden, lush and green, across from the beach.
Scathing. But it is often the Byron way. One can get complacent when dealing with transient clientele all the time… Maybe…