Petey Pablo and Brodburger

Another joint blogging effort (under the influence of burgers of course)!

So after that disappointing Cooma burger, I promised Hello Jilly! (did you know that I appointed Jill with that nickname?) that the next time she came to Canberra, that I would take her to the city-famous Brodburger van (http://www.brodburger.com.au/). It’s this random van that’s next to Lake Burley Griffith selling a beef, chicken, veggie, fish, and double beef with double egg and bacon burger. I’ve had everything (except the double) and highly recommended them all. Jill came to Canberra for the day for “work” and as soon as we finished, we made it where Jill would meet the best burger in Australia (so far).

First sign that it would be good – the red paint and lights. See above.

Second sign - it’s called Brodburger (Jilly liked it because she’s a broad, get it??). Shout out people, we need your vote. These haters in the Bra (as in Canberra) are trying to shut this fine establishment down because it ain’t ‘pretty’. There is a petition out front and be sure that I signed it with burger pride. Long live the burger truck.

Third sign, the two dudes and one chick running the van were listening to some cool hip hop which we hadn’t heard of before (has anyone heard of Petey Pablo from North Carolina?). As you can imagine, Jill had to get up in the cute, but possibly slightly inebriated, burger truck’s man grill and ask him if he knew the capital of North Carolina. When he answered no, Vi made it clear that Jill didn’t even know herself. BUSTED. We danced as we anxiously awaited our burgers.

Fourth sign, when Jilly bit into the burger, it was delicious. Meat to bun ratio was perfect, condiments were nice (although no mustard for her, I like it without) and we had our choice of Brie, Swiss, or Blue cheese. Gourmet, I know! The French fries (they call them chips here) were thin, crispy, and hot. Yum! Another reason to return to Canberra. According to Scooby (aka Robin, Vi’s partner), the chicken burger is the best. Get there early because they tend to run out of the fish. Best burger so far in Oz. Burger Truck FOREVA!

- Vivi and Jill

It’s not a Cooma!

On the long journey from Canberra (did you know it’s the capital of Australia?) to Ben Boyd National Park, we stopped at the Food Factory in Cooma, world renowned for its 35 types of burgers. Jill was super excited for the prospect of choosing from the huge menu, but as a true burger connoisseur she stuck with the original cheeseburger, no beetroot, pineapple, or egg, thank you very much. I, being a human garbage disposal, got the “lot” with all the traditional Aussie fixins. The wait stuff harassed Jill a little bit for her very obvious disdain of beetroot, we all laughed. For some reason, Drew chose the Greek burger with feta and olives, AND cut in half to save for later (which never happened).

It was a nice day so we decided to take our new treasure out to the “bogan” (Google it) park with random gangs of young teenagers smoking near the skateboarding half pipe. Jill had told me the criteria for a good burger – pink in the inside, appropriate meat to bun ratio, condiment choice, NO AUSSIE FIXINGS. Needless to say, our food factory burger in its entire anticipated splendor was an all around (wah wah) disappointment. The meat didn’t stick together (“loose and foul” says Jill), there was too much bun, it was more like a sandwich. In my case, the beetroot and pineapple made it more like a sandwich than burger. As is the spirit of burger blog, the company and the atmosphere made up for the slightly less than satisfactory burger.

The food factory had a guestbook, as you will, to write reviews. I could not let them down, thanked them for their burger and let them know that the service was the best part (yes, I was ‘nice’ because don’t forget, I am always nice). Remember, they instantly starting teasing me upon my arrival and continued through my departure (because she emphatically stated, according to Vi, that she HATED beetroot like four times). Personally, I think they just like to pick on Americans. Thank you Cooma for offering yourself for my burger blog.

sorry folks, no website. the food factory is still small town livin' ;).

By da bomb vivi and hello jilly!

Dad's take on Good Stuff Eatery (more about the journey than the food)

Our last evening in town and our big decision was where to eat. Daughter Jill and wife Karen are always searching for a good burger and Jill has heard of a place called Good Stuff Eatery. We venture out at rush hour (first bad decision). Decide to take taxi while city is half buried in snow (second bad decision). Get a too talkative cabdriver resulting in Jill melt-down and exiting cab well short ofdestination (not sure if decision was good or bad). Take metro for short distance and walk for several blocks on icy sidewalks. I was silently questioning the need for a hamburger throughout the entire trip but wanted to be a good dad so I put on a happy face.We finally arrive, step up to a counter, and place our order. I foolishly tried to eat healthy and ordered a mushroom burger while the girls were smart and ordered traditional burgers and fries and onion petals. We all had milk shakes. The mushroom burger was greasy and bland. The girls said the burgers were tender and juicy. Reminiscentof Lincoln NE "Fred Burgers". I recommend requesting no paper wrap on burgers.

If I have my way, our next visit to Good Stuff will be for milk shakes to-go.

- Jim Schurr

p.s. (from Jill) the onion petals were a hit all around
p.p.s. Barack may like Ray's Hell Burger, but Michelle is all about the Good Stuff.

Spike Mendelsohn's, Good Stuff Eatery. Spike Mendelsohn (Top Chef Season 4) was the first contestant in the show's history to win the Quickfire Challenge and be eliminated in the same episode(http://voices.washingtonpost.com/44/2009/05/08/michelle_obama_stops_by_a_burg.html)

Palena (awhile ago)

We (James and I), like everyone else who arrived at Palena on a Tuesday night at 8 PM, came to eat the burger and the fry plate. The front cafe area has a slightly more relaxed atmosphere and offers a menu which suits my common Nebraska tastes (and wallet) a bit better. We were seated at a cozy booth and presented with memorable service, which as you know in DC you can be hard up to find. The meat to bread ratio was a bit iffy. I am being kind, distinctly questionable. The burger itself was less than memorable. An A for effort but, in my humble opinion, lacking in the flavor department. The fry plate was the real winner. It came with onion rings and I can't exactly remember the details but some sort of smooshy potato croquette jobby. Who doesn't love a smooshy potato jobby? The atmosphere and company made up for the 'less than gold standard' burger. I would recommend a visit to everyone and would visit again with friends. Next time, I will have the chicken.