After last night’s almost transcendental burger experience, the burger I ate next had big burgery shoes to fill. So it was off to Nordburger, with my new-found hip Adelaide guide, Ross. Having only opened last weekend, the word is out and on a relatively quiet Tuesday night, in pokey ol’ Adelaide, this place is bursting at the seams.
Standard procedure; cheeseburger with added bacon, chips and a shake. $17.50 in total. The price is right. There is a longish wait for the food, but under the circumstances (new joint plus crazy busy), it is understandable.
Pretty, huh? In fact, it could be the pin-up girl for classic burgers worldwide. I sink my teeth into her. She is good, very good but she is not the best. She will make many men happy, but she is not the one true girl for this burger-whore. She is juicy, but for me, lacks smokiness and char and is not pink enough.
She also has, as the only three reviews on Urbanspoon (so far) attest to, a Hungry Jacks quality. I cannot deny that. There is something Hungry Jacksish about her. She is Hungry Jackie perhaps. The bacon, which I chose to add, is funny tasting. It isn’t really bacon… It is more like a cured Italian kind of ham… It doesn’t work on this burger. I remove it, and the taste improves. So don’t get the bacon if you go.
The chips are good-old fashioned Strathfield Station Kiosk crinkle-cut… They are not mind-blowing but fulfil all the criteria a worthy chip should fill: hot, salty, not too greasy, soft pillowy inside.
Nordburger has an awesome array of shakes: pretzel, peanut butter & jelly, salted caramel to name a few. I cannot not have the pretzel. It is creamy and cold and salty, and unlike the Seinfeld pretzels, quenches your thirst. Mmmmmm, shake.
Nordburger is the right haunt for classic-style burgers and the like with a price tag that isn’t going to make your eyes bulge like a cartoon wolf when he sees a sheep. Get one in you today… A sheep, or a burger.
