Not turning this blog into a commercial, but my buddy (name withheld to protect the not-so-innocent; avoiding wifely condemnation over cholesterol count) and I went to lunch at good ol Bellaire Broiler Burger today.
Everything about it is classic Houston ca. 1957 (Other 1957 classics: the Chevrolet Bel Air, Chateau Lafite Rothschild, my buddy, and me!). The burgers are only exceeded in awesomeness by the fries. For the heart-attack-on-a-plate, get the Bellaire Special—1/2 lb hamburger with huge slabs of bacon, with a large order of double-fried fries. Add one of their tastes-like-the-real-thing syrupy Cokes---mmmmmmmm, nirvana.
In this world of franchises and cookie cutters, I love a family-owned eatery that has stayed true to its roots.
Mmmmm—you can see ‘em broilin’. Note slab of bacon broiling as well. And yes, that’s my fat reflection in the window, taking the picture on the iPhone.
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