After an event in downtown Portland, Oregon, our hunger had us discussing were to eat. Thirteen years ago we lived seven blocks from Stanich’s burgers and beer establishment. The memory of those burgers motivated us to quickly drive. They close at 11:00 pm on Saturdays, and closed Sundays.

Arriving at 10:30 pm, we were the only ones in there. In
describing the cook, the words; funny, genuine, accommodating, eager, welcoming, and informative. He was so kind to us, even when they were getting ready to clean up.

Two ice cold pints of beer were ordered. A Black Butte Porter and Widmer Hefeweizen, filled to the top. The burgers were just like we remembered! The patties are a thin variety. Steve had the Stanich famous with everything on it. Juicy, not greasy, but not so juicy it soaked the bun, each bite had food spilling out. The egg was perfectly done, not overcooked or runny. Took two hand to pick it up. He did finish it. The tomato was firm, lettuce fresh, and a perfect mixture of condiments dripping unto the plate with each bite. An over abundant amount of onions,(which were sweet with a small tang), are easily picked off to taste.

Given Lay’s chips, instead of a mound of fries, was due to the hour we arrived. Don’t think we could have finished them with the size of burger.

I ordered a bacon burger. The bacon was thick and perfectly fried. I had to cut mine in half to hold it. I appreciated, it was not salted or overly seasoned. An over sized bun with sesame seed was warm and chewy. Each bite brought enjoyment. [:p]

Considering the cook had worked all day, these burgers were as close to perfect as possible.

Laura