Claud’s Hamburgers is a tiny little place. There are about twelve seats down a long counter. Just the other side of the counter is the grill. When I stepped in the door, I could have touched the person sitting at the counter in front of the door. Once I was seated, I could have reached across the counter and easily touched the restaurant owner himself where he stood with his back to me working the grill. When my burger was done, he didn’t even turn around; he just back-handed it to me from where he stood. But this is a great cheeseburger. It comes with onions grilled into the meat, a swipe of mustard and a couple of pickle slices. None of the other usual fixings, but that’s okay actually. When you order a double, the cook takes two hamburger patties and rolls them together before flattening them out again on the grill. Instead of two separate patties on your burger, you have one extra big one with a large section of meat sticking out of the bun on all sides. I like the minimal approach to this burger. Not a lot of overpowering toppings, not an overbearing greasiness, just some really flavorful, lean meat that’s allowed to, as it should, be the main attraction. This isn’t a monster like the One Pounder at Hank’s, nor does it have an instantly distinctive, somewhat divisive flavor like the Harden’s Hamburger. It’s just a perfect cheeseburger that I can’t imagine anyone not loving. Highly recommended. 4 stars.
Je n'aime pas dans les vieux films américains quand les conducteurs ne regardent pas la route. Et de ratage en ratage, on s'habitue à ne jamais dépasser le stade du brouillon. La vie n'est que l'interminable répétition d'une représentation qui n'aura jamais lieu.