The Burger's Priest
Toronto, ON M4L 1G3
Driving away from the Burger’s Priest, your hand will be in the french fry bag because, even ketchup-less, these babies are irresistibly sweet — Yukon gold fresh cut, fried twice in the classic French manner. You’re driving because nobody would want to eat there: It’s too cramped and there are lineups, plus someone may not be completely sold on the Christian overtones. But the french fries are the extra. You’re there for the burger of your dreams. It is simplicity incarnate. No fancy toppings or stupid gourmet pretensions, just great meat — juicy, greasy, delicious — cooked exactly the way you want it. Get a burger rare (oh joy!) with everything — ketchup, mustard, pickle, onion, tomato, lettuce and mayo. And Burger's Priest adds just enough to highlight the meat, which is a smallish but thick patty fried on a flat-top. Ordinary white buns and cheese slices. The meat is the star here. This is the burger that made America great, once upon a time.