It's Finally Done

As long as people have known about this blog, people have asked me if I've ever been to White Hut. Sadly, I have been ashamed by this question the entire time, as I had never been there despite the constant recommendations. Even more sadly, I have been right near it on several occasions and just not gone. I am a terrible cheeseburger person.

Until now!

Today I decided that since I was already going to be across the street from the White Hut and it was practically the definition of lunchtime (just past noon), I had to do it. Not just for myself or my pride, but for the dedicated readers of this site.

Holy crap is that place popular. I think they probably served 25 burgers and dogs in the time I was sitting there. This is more impressive after you read the next paragraph.

If you've never been there, it's going to be tough to believe me, but this is all true. There are roughly 10 seats in the place. Not tables. Seats. As in, 10 people can sit down in this restaurant. There is also a standing table if you are in that sort of mood. We are talking about a place that makes R.F. O'Sullivan feel like the Boston Garden. They also had 5 people working behind the counter in roughly the same sized area as my bathroom. I bet they are either really good friends, or after each day of work, they just close the doors, pull down the blinds, and beat the shit out of each other.

There is no menu, as the options are burger, cheeseburger, double burger, double cheeseburger, hot dog, and possibly double hot dog. I am not sure if that last one is real, and I am not sure how it would work. It doesn't matter though, because hot dogs are stupid. I bet you could also get a triple or quadruple cheeseburger if you asked nicely. They didn't seem too strict there.

I went with a cheeseburger, fries and a root beer (from Stewart's, which brought back all sorts of ridiculous college memories). I also topped it with fried onions, tomato and ketchup. Hey, I was overwhelmed when she asked me what I wanted, and the place was filled with people. I panicked. Next time I am going to get a cheeseburger topped with fried onions, tomato, another onion and also another cheeseburger. Yeah, that's right. A cheeseburger inside a cheeseburger, like one of those crazy Russian dolls.

The burger lived almost up to all the hype. To have actually reached the hype, it would have had to be not only delicious (which it was), but also run across the street to buy me a T-shirt from Modell's and then drive me home while giving me a foot rub. Needless to say, this place has possibly been over-hyped to me. I guess that is what happens when you are the only one that people know who has a website entirely dedicated to cheeseburgers. I imagine something similar will happen if I ever make it over to Mr Bartley's in Harvard Square. Stop pressuring me, people!!

-Jon