John had been craving a burger and somehow I talked him out of McDonalds or the A and N Diner. I had kept in mind crazyspice's recommendation of the burgers at Iron Hill and saw my chance.
John and I had been to Iron Hill a coupla times before, once he had gotten a flight of beer and creme bulee for dessert and I think I had wings but this was awhile ago.
Anyhow John got some sort of lager with a note of raspberry in it and I allowed myself one sip. So refreshing and tasty. Since I was driving I was scared to treat myself to even one beer. Just not worth it with the penalties these days. I got the brewski burger since it was a signature dish and it was perfect. Medium rare, hot, with sharp cheddar bacon tomato and mushrooms I wish I had another one right now. John got a burger with some sort of bacon jam. He really liked it but I opted to pay extra for the sweet potato fries which were thick and very good. John managed to steal quite a few. We both liked the creamy deli style slaw. John even put a bunch of slaw right on his sandwich.
The service was great, heroic even considering the party of seven with four or five small children and three adults celebrating some sort of birthday. The kids kept getting up and running to the restrooms and at least twice almost knocked something out of a server's hand. We were in the back table near the bathrooms and John was seated up against the partition. A father and daugher were playing peek a boo with the rest of their party and kept stooping to hide and then slowly appearing above the partition wall. It was so much fun waiting for John to sense the movement directly behind him and get freaked out.
There were a lot of tempting items on the menu, lamb meatballs, fish tacos, wings, and of course the creme bulee. I can't wait to go back for another burger but probably not on sunday afternoon again. Place was a circus but damn that burger was mighty fine.