Ghetto Fabulous
So I’d heard about it for as long as I’ve been here in Atlanta, and Friday afternoon Indy’s Finest and myself decided to head on down Memorial Drive for a Ghetto Burger from Ann’s Snack Bar. It’s not just a burger, it’s a complete experience. Ann runs the place herself, and she runs it with an iron fist. Her house rules are posted (which include no swearing, no leaning on the counter, and no standing if there is a stool available), and patrons already there frantically make sure you adhere to them before Ann kicks your ass out. We had to sit there about 20 minutes before she took our orders for the Ghetto Burger – two gigantic patties of beef well-seasoned, American cheese, chili, bacon (that’s deep-fried because, well, why the fuck not?), onions, lettuce, tomato, mayo, mustard, and ketchup. The beef patties were so thick, weighing in around a full pound each, they took more than 10 minutes on the grill to cook up while we salivated at the counter and implored new customers to take a seat quick once they walked in to the place (which is a rather well-worn mobile home with a newly-added screen porch out front).

It may not have the finest quality ingredients, but goddam that’s the best cheeseburger in Atlanta, if not the world. The burger was far too gigantic to eat with my hands, and it took up pretty much the entire diameter of the Styrofoam plate on which it was served, but I happily tore into it with some plastic utensils, and completely polished it off (to Indy’s Finest’s amazement and disgust), though it was a challenge. Oh, and along with a pile of fries and a big cup of sweet tea. Who needs organic free-range beef and artisan cheese when there’s a place like this? Ann’s like an ornery Grandma, and you better be patient – she’ll feed you when she’s good and ready. And isn’t that why meals at Grandma’s house always tasted so good? I’ll definitely be back, just not too soon, else I’ll be having a massive coronary before the week is out.
- posted by Liebs @ 10:24 PM