144 Bridport St
Albert Park VIC 3206
+61 3 9690 2126
The annual Corporate Games rolled into town over the weekend, a weekend that gave us perfect weather (mid-20 degrees, yo!). Adam and I spent the bulk of our Saturday afternoon cheering on the mighty TS Titans take on a bunch of admittedly-very-sporty nerds on the footy fields at Albert Park Lake. Despite just failing to make the finals amid injuries and one player having to dash to a wedding, our boys (and girls) gave it their best and managed to finish a very respectable fourth in the mixed recreational football competition. Because all that lying around on the grass and cheering was oh-so-hard and required a motherload of physical exertion, Adam and I worked up a mighty appetite so off we went – up Canterbury Road and onto Bridport Street for some old fashioned burgers at Andrew’s Hamburgers.
Started by a bloke named Andrew in 1939, Andrew’s Hamburgers has been churning out quality hamburgers to Melburnians like the Stock Aitken Waterman hit-machine churned out chart-busting tunes in the 80s and 90s. We rocked up just before the mad Saturday evening dinner rush to be greeted by Greg Pappas, the owner who looks vaguely like John Travolta.
Although Andrew’s has changed hands throughout the decades, its facade largely remains unchanged as do its burgers. Its wood-paneled walls, narrow wooden ledge and bar stools and its chalk board menu screams out old ‘school fish and chippery’ as does the cast-iron grill that works its smokin’ and grillin’ magic on the rows of half-cooked beef patties. As for the burgers themselves? Nothing to it, really. Andrew’s stick to a tried and true formula of white burger buns, fresh beef pattie seasoned with salt and pepper, the freshest trimmings. If you want aioli, relish, kangaroo or some other fancy-schmancy ingredient, please make your way to the nearest Grill’d.
We didn’t even wait 10 minutes before our burgers were ready. Sealed in a crisp brown paper bag and conferred to us with a smile by one of Pappas’ crew, we skipped across the street to enjoy our burgers on a park bench.
At $9.50, Andrew’s burger with the lot is probably slightly dearer than a ‘lot from your typical suburban fish and chip shop. However, the joy when you greedily break open the paper bag and feast your eyes on probably the biggest burger that you can eat without cutlery is priceless.
Mmmmm beautifully toasted white burger buns. Mmmmmm tender, juicy beef pattie. Mmmm crispy, fatty bacon strips. Mmmmm gooey melted cheese. Mmmm fresh tomatoes and lettuce. Mmmm caramelised onions. Mmmmm tomato sauce.
Oh hello there, egg! …… mmmmmm egg…
Mandatory sundry items: a fried dim sim and a potato cake ($1 each – geeez, when did they start getting expensive?). It’s extremely hard – no, practically impossible – to comment on food that’s normally been sourced from the one supplier and then fried and sold to customers. I mean, it’s the same sht right? But for some reason, the potato cake at Andrew’s tasted different to the ones I’ve had at other places as of late. I don’t know if it’s because it’s homemade as opposed to wholesaler-sourced or if it’s because of the oil (it could be the latter because a friend told me that their chips are quite good) but whatever, it was a good potato cake. Can’t say anything remarkable about the dim sim though, heh.
So, were the burgers good? Hell yeah. As in the-opening-lines-of-Andrew’s-Blues good. Seriously the best non-gourmet burger I’ve ever had. It left us both feeling mighty full and the best thing? There was hardly any grease in it too, which made us not bloat. Eating a massive burger without bloating? A strange feeling but not that I’m complaining! We will be back with our Beatles shoes on.