Fourth Time's the Charm

Probably my favorite place that I currently know of for burgers is R.F. O'Sullivan & Son in Somerville, located in one of the more sketchy parts of Somerville. How can you tell the level of sketchiness? There is a Star Market across the street. If you don't know that Star Market is about as sketchy a grocery store as you can find, you have lead a sheltered life. And that's coming from a townie.

R.F. O'Sullivan is the tiniest imaginable restaurant. And that's unfortunate because they have some of the greatest burgers around. These burgers are huge. Like half a pound huge. Each one is approximately one quarter of the space in the restaurant, which is why it was so difficult to acquire one this weekend.

Now, the tale of failure that preceded our burgers is one that is too sad and painful to related, but the short version is that after 3 attempts to get burgers on Sunday evening, we were forced to return to Alex's kitchen and cook our own. Well, Alex cooked them; the rest of us sat on the couch.

But there is a happy ending!! Monday we made a final attempt at giant burger-y goodness and were handsomely rewarded for our efforts. Alex, Erica, Leah and I went just after noon for lunch burgers, and got the 2nd to last available table. And it's a good thing we went then, because about 20 minutes later the place was completely packed and people were waiting in the entrance, just dreaming about the burgers they could not yet eat and tortured by everyone else's burgers as they were carried past. I think I may have seen one man break down in tears.

I went for the Swissroom Burger, with some sauteed onions and a tomato on it. And it was amazing, as it always is. I suspect I could eat one every day and still feel the same excitement until I exploded in a burger filled mess. It's that good. Possibly the Greatest Burger Ever? Only time will tell. . .

-Jon