Burger Master: Last Hurrah
I know that I said earlier that I wasn’t crazy about Burger Master, but even I can recognize a true classic. Especially when my girlfriend says that we HAVE to go grab some Flying Cheeseburgers before it’s too late. So off we go to Burger Master on 10th Avenue South last night. The iconic Burger Master sign read simply, “Thank You.” As expected, the drive-thru was long. LONG. When we arrived at 7:17 pm, there were 27 cars in the drive-thru lane. We took our place and settled in for a long wait…
Folks who wanted to skip the long drive-thru were met with a printed sign on the door telling them that the lobby was closed. One young couple, baby in tow, took the news in stride: the husband and baby jumped in the car and took their position at the end of the drive-thru lane, while the Missus walked over to Taco Treat and brought back a few snacks to nibble on during the adventure.
The line moved slowly…the clock ticked 7:41…7:55…8:12…8:23…as we inched closer to the speaker and menu, we heard the Burger Master staffer greet one car with, “Welcome to Burger Master, sorry about the wait.” An understatement. It was clear, however, that everyone was taking it in stride; people arrived expecting to wait and seemed only too happy to idle in their cars.
Finally we arrived at the speaker, and were greeted by a happy voice. The order: three Flying Cheeseburgers, a Flying Grilled Cheese Sandwich, french fries, and a Green River. Oops…we were told that they were out of fries, so we opted for onion rings.
Then we inched towards the window, and when we arrived, we were greeted with a smile by Anna. She said it had been busy like this all day, but the Burger Master crew was keeping up. We asked if people were OK with the long line, and she said that only one person had been upset…so angry at having to wait, in fact, that she had ordered her passenger to get out of the car, move the picnic table, and maneuvered her car around it in order to drive off in a huff. Other than that, though, Anna said that everyone had been happy, but most had been nostalgic.
And then we approached the second window, picked up our order, and headed out. The time: 8:43 pm. Total wait: 1 hour, 26 minutes. The line had shortened by this time – only about a dozen cars. Victorious, we went home, unwrapped the greasy goodness, and feasted upon flying meats and huge rings. Delicious! And those rings are crazy-huge!
Somehow, in between my first experience at Burger Master back in 2002 and my experience last night, my taste buds had somehow undergone some sort of metamorphasis, thereby enabling me to finally appreciate Burger Master.
And that’s the report. It was well worth the long wait. Thanks, Burger Master!
UPDATE, Saturday: we drove by Burger Master around 6:00 pm and it was closed. I figure they sold out of just about everything and had to close up before 10:00 pm, the scheduled time. RIP, Burger Master.