If Foster Burger didn't do Burger Week, I probably wouldn't either. That's how much this place matters to me. It's because of a lot of things, but I think it comes down to that grate. That iron grilling grate they use—the one that lets the fat from their patties drip down and sizzle on the elements and bathe the beef in the mind-conquering smoke it releases. You know what I'm talking about. A burger bathed in its own smoke has IT. "It" quality, the one that separates the goods from the greats. I actually sat there and said that to Steve, the manager, who was giving me all the details of last year's Burger Week. I didn't care that I was being a bit too animated, because when one is so moved by truth, theatrics are forgiven.
This burger just wins, and wins, and wins. All over town. This burger could show up stoned and pissing on the mayor's lawn and still get invited to stay for brunch. It's a 1/4-lb beef patty with American cheese, pepperjack cheese, fat and tender bacon, sharp house pickles, and crisp, raw, white onion. And lots of IT.
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Important reminder: THESE BURGERS WILL SELL OUT. Last year’s restaurants had one main issue with the event last year, and that was people getting angry and rude when they found out that they are part of a reality where restaurants that are getting slammed run out of food. We have better forecasting numbers this year, but please: go early, be kind, get a drink, and, most importantly, a $5 burger is a privilege, not a right. You know what someone who acts like a horse’s ass is? Hint: It has two enormous buttocks and large poops fall out of the middle.