There are several burger joints in Austin, it would take me forever to visit all of them and I would probably gain a few unsightly pounds because of it. I’ve done my stint of no-drive-thru or fried anything for 3 months before, the first burger I had to break that venture was at Burger King. Not the best choice. I felt ill afterwords. Not that I ate contaminated food, it was just foreign to my squeaky clean digestive system. TMI? Sorry. Back to the story.
We were out and about scouting for antique malls. Hubby found this store, a hunting-fishing-coin store. It’s like an old fart took his hobbies and built a storefront for them, all in one place. There were two “girls” sitting at a table displaying a shotgun and had pamphlets for hunting expeditions. They were like 18 – maybe 19, although they sounded as if they were still in high school, probably in West Lake somewhere. Anyways, they were nice enough to compliment my reproductive abilities (aka cute children), so who cares if they had legs a mile long. They will get old, too. I chased Little Sister back and forth through the store, she stopped in the hunting section to gaze up at the heads of various animals hanging on the walls above the gun racks. “WOW! Whaz dat?!?”, she exclaimed, nearly causing the elderly man in front of her to keel over from the loud noise coming from the toddler behind him. Then, like a bear on a honeybee’s trail, she followed a scent back to the
booth babes gun girls, who were chowing down on some burgers.
I politely asked if they had ever been to the burger place we passed on the way to this store. One replied that she had, but it was the other location and they didn’t have any bacon for her burger, she liked bacon on her burgers. Hmmm…. you’re not so bad after all, I thought to myself. I too love bacon. A quick thank you and then we were off to lunch.
Stand is a pretty accurate description for P. Terry’s. It’s very small and its parking lot even smaller. They are on a busy street, cars were blocking three lanes of traffic just lining up to get to the drive-thru. Busy places must be good, at least you hope. It sounds like a tin can full of sardines inside. The furniture is plastic, there’s no acoustical implements to sponge out the cavernous echo created by the banter of the patrons. It’s a bit of a fish bowl.
As far as the Austin “burger” goes, this is a cheap one. It’s probably due to the quality of beef they use, the burger was greasy. They claim to use all-natural, hormone-free, vegetarian-raised black angus beef from a local source, with all that it’s still a little on the fatty side for my taste. They don’t overload the bun with mayo, which I like, there’s nothing good about mayo dripping from your bun. For the price (about 3 bucks) it was alright.
The fries were natural cut, evident from the skin still intact at the ends of the fries. They were a bit greasy too, the oil probably wasn’t hot enough or they cooked too many at once. I’m not a fry cook (nor do I want to be) but it just makes sense that too much mass in the oil brings the temperature down. Cooler oil soaks into the potato instead of sealing the outer surface to crispy perfection. Try it at home with a deep fry pan, vegetable oil, and potato strips – an Alton Brown type of experiment. (Alton is so cool 🙂 and I totally geeked out when I met him at the book fair last year!)
Last, but least was the shake. I was disappointed that they seemed to use a lot of chocolate syrup to put this milkshake together. If I had seen how it was made I would not have ordered it. Little Sister liked it, so I gladly pawned some of it off.
As we headed to the car, a crazy lady came roaring out of nowhere, yelling for the owner of the blue Jeep to move their vehicle immediately. Apparently it was parked in front of her store which was next to the burger stand. She was pointing at me and yelling “IS THAT YOURS?” I shook my head in return and slipped into my Hyundai.