Pin It It had been nearly 11 hours of driving. We’d slowly watched as the telltale remnants of winter vanished as we crossed over the Sierra Nevada Mountains, letting spring take full throttle. The signs we’d seen indicating we were passing Donner’s Summit – and the rumbling in my stomach – reminded me that we’d not eaten in quite some time.
After a dozen or so songs from an iPod playlist, I reached over to my trusty TomTom, whom I’d earlier christened as ‘Vicky’, and typed in a desire for victuals along our route. As per usual, Vicky gave us a plethora of options, one of which that stood out was simply because of its name: Big Burger.
Janelle and I discussed the list of choices, but Big Burger was the one we both settled on. After a few miles we pulled off the Corcord exit as Vicky directed us, and were led toward the destination she had locked away in her memory chips. As we circled over the freeway and drove the slope of road down the hill, this particular urban development we ventured into was sketchy at best; a ramshackle remnant that time seemed to have missed when it was dropping elderly towns into the recycle bin.
Janelle and I both turned to each other, wondering if we’d be better suited to simply find a Big Mac or a Jumbo Jack someplace; however, we decided to at least see the restaurant since we were so close. After a few more blocks, Big Burger came into view, situated between several dilapidated businesses; we pulled into the parking lot and headed in.
The smell if old grease and a timespan from yesteryear saturated the air as we walked in. The place was one of those that never seem to be clean, and looks like it’s a restaurant that was around back in the days of Moses when he was guiding the Israelites to the Promised Land.
I loved it.
I walked up to one of the battered, old, and ripped barstools at the counter and plunked myself down. The waitress, Noreen, probably four foot nothing in heels wandered up and leaned over the counter, speaking with a faint southern accent.
“What can I get for ya, Sweetie?”
Upon looking around the establishment, I saw no menus in sight. Trusting that she’d know the foodstuffs of this place far better than I would, I responded with, “Tell me what I want, after all you’re the expert.”
Her eyes lit up as she leaned back, “What cha want,” she said, her accent all the more pronounced, “is the triple patty, bacon, cheese, an egg burger…an some fries wit that.”
“Sound great, I’ll take it.”
To make a long story short, I watched the cook, Miguel, prepare my burger – the entire thing – right there behind the counter. In the space of about five minutes it was slid over to me, a small mountain of heaping goodness – and I was given a fork to enjoy it because, “Hon, you ain’t gonna be able ta finish it without a fark.”
I lifted the humongous burger to my mouth and took the first mouthwatering bite.
It. was. fabulous.
Needless to say…well, I guess I shouldn’t say it because it’s needless to say; however, let me say this instead: Big Burger far exceeded my expectations. If you’re ever in the area of Concord, California I highly recommend it. Kinda pricey, but absolutely delicious.
Feeling immensely stuffed, I pushed away what I couldn’t finish and we headed for the door. Both Noreen and Miguel wished us well, (well, Noreen anyhow, I’m pretty sure that Miguel couldn’t speak English) and we were again on our way to our final destination in Martinez.
As we backed out of the parking lot and pulled out into the street, we drove again through that small, old-fashioned town. Big Burger faded away in the rearview mirror and it wasn’t long before we were on the road once again, but now with a different perspective.
Thanks, Big Burger.