While searching for the best places to eat in Berlin, a burger joint called Burgermeister came up a lot. Typically, this would be the type of recommendation that I’d dismiss without much thought; I’m sure there’s great Mexican/Vietnamese/whatever cuisine in every city I visit, but unless I’m in Mexico/Vietnam/Whateverland, I just have no interest in that food.
But I have to admit: the only burger I’ve eaten since starting this trip has been a fairly abysmal one from McDonald’s. My burger blog — which I kept going right up until I left — had me eating burgers regularly for years. I was jonesing.
Which is all a long-winded way of saying that yeah, I ate a burger. I’m weak.
It’s in a really unique location under a bridge, and it is insanely popular. When I went, I had to wait about fifteen minutes in a very long line, and then another half hour or so for my burger to be ready.
I don’t know if my burger craving made it seem better than it was, but it was quite good. The patty was beefy, juicy, and had a decent amount of crust from the griddle. It certainly wasn’t perfect — the beefy flavour was a bit subdued, it could have been juicier, and it was a bit heavier on the condiments than I typically like — but if I were reviewing it for Tasty Burgers, I’d give it three-and-a-half out of four. I quite enjoyed it.