A long time ago a friend told us we HAD to get to Burger Foundry, and it had been one of those that had been in the back of my mind for awhile but we had never gotten to (like so many other places – Adelaide simply has too many options!)
We were both already hungry when we decided to make the move and head to Magill where Burger Foundry is, and I thought I’d better check to see if you need to make reservations (which you don’t because as I found out they mostly do take away). It was about a half hour drive for us to get to Magill so as you can imagine both our stomachs were rumbling by the time we got there. My first thought when we arrived (after driving around, up and down side streets to get a park) was no wonder you don’t need to make reservations – the place has two four seater tables and a few chairs for those waiting for their orders. I felt like such a noob for trying to make a reservation – clearly going to trendy eateries has not rubbed off on me!
It took me awhile to decide what I wanted, not because I couldn’t find something I liked the sound of… it was more that I was at that hungry point where everything looks like roast chickens dancing around and I wanted one of each burger. Eventually I decided on the Rocky Mountain High which was a house-made beef patty, mesclun greens (I still have no idea what “mesclun” is, but it looked and tasted like lettuce to me), caramelised onion, bacon and cheese (naturally, I got some tomato sauce added on there too).
Before you read on, I would like to point out that a lot of people love this place. They get take away, they eat in, they go back again and again.
Paul ordered the Jamaican Jerk which had spicy caribbean thigh fillet chicken, mesclun greens, tomato and mango salsa.
I wasn’t impressed. We ordered and were told they had run out of fries. That’s cool, I could see the guy making the burgers and they were pretty big – we wouldn’t need the fries anyway. Then we were told it would be about a 30 minute wait. Well, we’d already paid and weren’t about to leave without trying these bloody burgers, so we waited. We went for a walk and found an amazing little Mexican street-food place which I would have rather been eating at, but shortly returned to Burger Foundry because it was cold and windy and I was wearing a dress (clever).
While I was ever so patiently waiting for our burgers (taking care not to start chewing on my arm), I watched them at work. The guy making the burgers does every single one with such care and precision I had to appreciate it. They only had one guy grilling out the back, one putting them together and one girl (who appeared very new, quiet, and nervous) taking the orders - not that that really mattered... we all start new and nervous at some point in our lives.
So after a solid 45 minute wait, I was hungry and frustrated and when we FINALLY got our burgers what could have been a really lovely tasty experience was kind of ruined for me. I ate in anger, which I assure you is not a pretty sight. I was grumpy and taking bites out of this thing in my hands like it had kicked my dog (I don't actually have a dog... I'm just trying to make a point).
Hunger anger for me, unfortunately, is a common occurrence. Perhaps not common, but its not unheard of. My parents used to make a joke that if I was in a bad mood they just needed to throw some food at me (har har), so Paul still very much enjoyed his burger and would definitely go there again (just not with me because this experience has ruined the place for me).