singingrhinoceros

I frikkin’ love Cheeseburgers. When I try out a new restaurant, I usually order a cheeseburger.

When I worked at my old job, my then co-worker Betsy and I used to go to Target then try out different places to eat dinner. These outings were the highlight of my week. Betsy is the type of person you can go into a store and be extra-loud and silly with. This would end one day when we eventually became annoyed with each other more than we weren’t. She still has that “cool” thing working for her though whereas I sorta bop around like a lost Muppet. Anyway,  I would go on and on about cheeseburgers until she said “You should write a blog about cheeseburgers!”  I always thought that was a brilliant idea, but for some reason, never sat down to write about it. I’ve brought it up several times since, with “yeah! you should do THAT!”

It wasn’t until tonight, when I had a weird cheeseburger that I thought “It’s time to blog about Burgers”

I went to the Hardwood Cafe (pause for giggling at the name) located near some dark and windy twisty road near Butler with my parents and wow did it smell like awesome in there. I looked at the menu to see a cheddar and onion topped burger and I knew “I want this burger!” and ordered bacon on top of it too.

The bacon-onion-cheeseburger looked delicious when it arrived. I put a slice of tomato and lettuce on, and then my first amazing bite of burger weirdness.

First, the bun was soft but also slightly stale, so it started to come apart under the juiciness of the burger and tomato. The cheddar flavor was so subtle, that I had to check to see if it was there. Yup. Cheese, bacon, burger. The texture of the burger was pleasing, but it was difficult to taste under all the onions.

and call me crazy, but I love onions. I love them on my burger. Big fat tasty onions that really just compliment all the delicious cheeseburger goodness. But at the Hardwood, the onions were cut so long and thin, I could floss my teeth with them. Biting into the sandwich ended up with me carrying onion strings back to my mouth. At the midway point, I ended up with a mouthful of stringy onions, getting a weird feeling of “This must be what chewing jellyfish and seaweed feels like” and put the burger down. Again I couldn’t actually taste anything besides onion and broken bread.

So I wouldn’t recommend the onion cheddar burger at the Hardwood Cafe. But it wasn’t the worst burger I ever ate. I would try a different burger there perhaps and hold the onions. But I hear they make a kickass reuben!