What a classic place. Melon’s, as everyone calls it, has been around since the 70s, and is known for one thing: the hamburger.
It’s a great old bar, with green striped tablecloths and photos, paintings, signs and sculptures of melons everywhere.
Wait times are notoriously long, it’s cash-only, and the beverage selections are meager at best. (I asked for a bloody mary and it was fully 3/4 vodka with a splash of tomato. OK, thanks! But not a bloody mary!)
But the burger is all that. And so is the rest of the menu.
Spinach salad:
Omelet:
And once again, that burger.
It’s crispy on the outside, buttery and juicy on the inside, covered in melty cheese and surrounded by a bun that’s toasty yet squishy. Yum.
I think most everyone is in agreement with that.
