OK, Five Guys is not exactly “fabulous,” per se. In fact, it’s pretty darn down to earth. There are no frills, the menu is simple, and even the color scheme is just one color above monochromatic.
But when you’re famished, the burger is about as good as anything you’d make on your home bbq.
We found ourselves at Five Guys on Saturday night after a long day of errands, spring cleaning, furniture assembly, shopping, and toddler chasing. I had a gift card that persuaded us that burgers would be better than messing up the kitchen or mustering the effort to cook.
The great thing about Five Guys, and what really is fabulous about the restaurant, is the toppings. There are lots of them, and they’re free. All you gotta do is ask, and they’re all there in front of you so you can pick from them. While my two-year old opted for a bland and plain burger and My Better Half for a one with toppings mushrooms, tomatoes, lettuce and onions, my appetite ordered for me, and I’m not sure what toppings I didn’t put on the burger.
I do know that what I got was zesty. Yeah. That’s the only word to describe the spicy meal I ate. I was halfway through my third bite before the heat of the jalapenos was zipping through my taste-buds, mixed with the acidic taste of A-1 sauce that dripped off the burger and over my fingers.
I’m a little embarrassed to say just how fast I finished. It wasn’t because the burger was that large, because it didn’t seem like more hamburger than any other place, just not preformed.
Also, I was surprised at how many glasses of water I had to down before I cooled the heat from the peppers. I’ve never had jalapenos on a burger before, but I’ll be having them again soon. The burger tasted home cooked, but with the toppings took on a life of it’s own.
One last note: the fries. I’m usually a fairly good judge of fries, but Five Guys’ had me befuddled. They were warm, and they dumped so many into the “regular” size cup that it overflowed into our bag and fed us far more than we needed. They were fresh cut, or at least they tasted fresh (and the bags of potatoes piled in the middle of the room seemed indicative of freshly cut potatoes…), and were just crisp enough to add the welcome addition that french fries are to an American burger.
I came famished, and I left fed, and happily so. No complaints, and I’ll be back again soon.