From that tall, handsome sandwich man in Ohio:
Imagine the joy in my heart-of-cheese when I learned that the Hamburger Handbook listed one of its prime havens in Columbus’ own German Village.
A popular spot, the Thurman Cafe . Once you’ve braved the substantial wait for a table – and some do not (fools!!!) – you will find yourself seated at a standard booth and table, much like any bar serving unremarkable bar food. One might expect that to be the case here, as well. But one would be wrong.
Here’s the menu (it’s sideways, don’t ask me why), but don’t get confused. You will be ordering a hamburger. I’ll tolerate no dissent on this. Behold, the sculpture below:
Alongside Mount Thurman, you will want napkins. Lots of them. Perhaps ALL of them. And maneuver carefully. You need finesse to manage this mess.
You dig in. It is Medium Well (of course). It is juicy, cheesy, pickl-ey, gigantidelicious. And you’ve already used half your napkins, on one bite. Help!
I’m a recovering saltaholic, but none was required here. Perfection barely restrained by a bun.
I imagine Mount Thurman disappeared into thin air. No trace ‘cept dual frillpicks.
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