
The cafΓ© roulette wheel that is Byron Bay has been spun once again β this time revealing another new burger bar oozing with all of the qualities that new age burger bars possess; an American milkbar-esque fit out, quality local produce, home made fricking soda and lastly a certain amount of hipsterism because as we all know, if thereβs two things those mother fuckers can do itβs make a decent drink (weather it be coffee, soda or a cocktail, these guys can do itβ¦ DNA programming right there) and a damn fine burger.

The place looks nice. Itβs fresh and sparkly and new, and it smells pretty. It also has plenty of different seating scenarios to make everyone happy; foot path dining section for people watching, a back car park dining section for car park dodgy deal watching, and booths if you wanna get a little romantic and act like love struck teenagers section.
Winning.

We sat our weary asses down in the car park dodgy deals section and waited oh-so-keenly for our burgers.
After an impressively short (or maybe βlength of time impededβ to be more PC) wait the friendly happy people made their way to our table with our order.

The beef burger ($10) hit the table, or should I say it slinked its way onto the table. It kinda looked a little ashamed of the fact that it was mostly a big sweet bun (more on that in a second) ready-for-a-shave-lathered with mayo, encompassing a cute little grilled beef patty. That bun was the well and the poor little beef patty just kept getting forced to put the lotion on itβs skin or it got the hose again. Although it was plenty tasty in itβs own right, that cute little beef patty didnβt really stand a chance. It was like watching the hoochy mummas ass devouring her pantiesβ¦ The beef patty was both out gunned and out classed by the big, stronger flavoured bun, which I might add (yeah, here we go) was also damn sweet. Donβt get me wrong, I like a sweet bun just as much as the next guy (but do not necessarily like the sweet buns of the next guy), but I also like a little tang to counter that sweetnessβ¦ and at the end of the day this burger just didnβt have a tang. No tang from the pickles. No tang from the mayo. No tang from the ketchup. No damn tang. I was not a huge fan of this burger.

The pork shoulder burger ($14) was in a pretty similar state of affairs. It was labeled as being crispy pork shoulder but was closer to being a little dry pork shoulder and there wasnβt a whole heap in there for your time. After we all had a try the rest was left on the plateβ¦ βFeed it to the pigs, Errolβ.

The one burger that we had that was really worthwhile was the βSloppy Joeβ ($18); beef patty, brisket, barbecue glaze and house βslaw. This thing was moist and delicious. The tang of the BBQ glaze and βslaw was easily enough to foil the sweetness of the bun, and the double meat easily spanned itβs circumference plus more. The brisket was moist and delicious. This thing shouldβve been called the βHappy Joeβ because it certainly made me a happy, happy Joeβ¦ or Grazβ¦ Nope, this burger needs to be called the βHappy Grazβ!
While we were eating the drinks mixologists went off to their little drinks mixology lab where they did some science and mixed that with a little voodoo magic and flicked out some cracking soda ($6). Like, really really good soda. That burger and the home made sodaβ¦ that shit was the goodsβ¦ on pointβ¦FTW.

They also served up some damn tasty chips. Chips can often be over looked in such a busy operation but these guys had it sorted. Crisp and tasty and each completed with a nice little dipping sauce; chips with rosemary salt and aioli ($6) and sweet potato chips with chipotle mayo ($6) were once again both on point and FTW.
The competition in Old Byron Town is stiff, like a virile young Dirk Diggler stiff, and although this place gets a little leeway for being the new kid on the block, I feel that if they donβt iron out a few teething problems pretty quickly they may indeed find themselves being flung out of the other end of that cafΓ© roulette wheel and onto the metaphorical and/or actual pavement. But if they can get it together this place will be a gem of the local scene with out a doubtβ¦

I’m just going to finish up sounding like Mr Cook, my year 11 form room teacher, and say this place has so much potential. Sooo much potential.
10 responses to “Main Street Burger Bar and Mr Cook, my year 11 form room teacher”
loved it – chips did look great – shame about the lack of tang and teeny tiny burgers π
I think we are doing that simultaneous blog reading thing …..
Heheh. Yeah, that’s happening π
The chips look super tops and if you ever get tired of cooking there is always teaching!! Mr Graz.
Too much fun cooking and being a renegade reviewer, homie πππ
Can’t believe the size of that insane burger…..I always wonder why no one has worked out a brilliant fish burger…like a big chunk of grilled hake with a chillied, green herb mole…something good like that…you’ve got enough fish around Australia:)
I’m all over that shit my friend π
And now I’m starving. DAMN IT. Going to try out this place quickly becoming famous for chicken and doughnuts later today. Not. Soon. Enough.
As a burger fetishizer, I had to give myelf a little privacy as I read this post.
A burger fetish is the best kind of fetish π