My name may be a dead giveaway, and I can't say I ever was one to appreciate 'decor' or 'ambiance,' but after an unscientific and far from in-depth inquiry into the best cheap burger in Manhattan, Jimbo's Hamburger Palace on Amsterdam, between 125th and 126th reigns supreme.
Granted, there are only two tables in the back, and they may be right next to the battered metal door to the back room; granted, everything seems to be covered with a film of grease; granted, when you sit at the counter, you're a few precious feet away from the sizzling grill and inches from the grill jockeys working furiously away.
But why do memories of their cheap, grade ? bacon cheeseburger with everything still occupy my thoughts when I'm deep in repose? Those unassuming alchemists at Jimbo's produce solid burger gold from drossy ingredients. Leave the corner bistros and burger joints. Drop that ground tenderloin or Kobe beef burger (you dandy).
Their cheesesteak ain't bad either.