I wasn't comfortable cutting my burger in half at Mother's Cupboard - there are pickup trucks and Harley's parked outside in the lot, know what I mean? It's like sitting ringside at a mixed martial arts fight wearing a pink bow tie. I had to do it though - I wanted you to see the beautiful cross-section. Just look at it - a juicy patty with bacon, cheese and an over-easy fried egg between a toasted, flaky bun that was up to the task.
I take credit for the egg on top - they don't normally serve em that way. Mother's Cupboard can take credit for the rest. Though they're known for their huge breakfasts, serving things like a 6-lb fritatta and pancakes the size of trash can lids, the burgers are normal-sized and are absolutely delicious.
I grew up around here so I know I'm biased when I tell you that the this beef tastes more "normal." What does that mean? Well, I wouldn't be surprised if the cow that ended up in this burger grazed right outside of town and was slaughtered by hand a few days ago. I know it's not true - but it just tastes that way. The first bite of this juicy mess took me back to my childhood.
It's an authentic dump so if you're sensitive about eating in a ramshackle place that looks like it's about to fall over, keep it moving. I'm so tired of places trying to look old and weathered that it was a treat to sit in one that didn't need to fake it.
Some old-timers claim the little red shack was originally part of an aerodrome and that blimps were tethered to the hillside, above the train tracks. I can't confirm it, I think they're simply messing with me.
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