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.)
At MyBurger, we see tastebud trust as earned, not given. So we’ve kept it simple, with burgers good enough to bring a man-tear to your eye. And if getting fries right is a science, high school chemistry wasn’t a total waste after all. Whether you opt for the humble Single or loaded-up Double, it comes your way on a just-puffy-enough, locally-baked buttered bun. Two parts oniony. One part ketchup-mustard-pickle-y. All real good-ly. Of course you can always request a custom job. If you’re comfortable messing with perfection.
So stop in, order up, grab a fistful of napkins and slide into your favorite seat for a griddle-seared quarter pound patty of you’re welcome. At My Burger, we’re here for you, buddy. And we gotta say, we kinda miss you between visits.