We Put the Lots in Burger Zealots.
Or was it the zeal?
We launched this joint in 2004 with a burger love hotter than our griddle and deeper than our fryer. Kinda sizzly like that too. In our not-so-modest opinion, the dime-a-dozen mega-chain territory was pretty well covered. (Hats and hair nets off to them.) The same could be said for overpriced one-offs.
So instead, we brought you MyBurger. A Minneapolis-rooted, family-run gathering place complete with a little neighborhood know-how. A place where your burger is hand-made the way you like it, just as soon as you order it. Maybe a few seconds earlier if we hear you coming. And if that’s the case, you might want to have someone take a look at that muffler. Or take those cards out of your spokes. (C’mon. You’re not fooling anyone.)