5.0

Sansom Street Oyster House is the last place I would have looked for a good burger. It's the last place I would have looked for anything, really, because I've never had the slightest urge to try an oyster. Laurence is one of those weird people who thinks doing terrible things like eating oysters or biking across the country is an intelligent and rational way to live one's life, so he was terribly excited to learn that the Oyster House had a burger. My excitement was something...

4.5

Between the First Friday crowd of art school students, retirees who don't realize any semblance of culture in Philadelphia was beaten to death by Phillies fans, and the regular weekend New Jersey backwash, finding somewhere to eat in Old City can be a challenge. Fortunately on a Friday night, and especially a First Friday, all of the aforementioned peoples fall into the catchall of “tourist,” meaning they're looking for cheesesteaks or are the type to get suckered into Marmont by short-skirted barkers.

With most of south Old City awash in vodka and...

5.5

No one is sure where Marathon Grill got its name. Some believe that eating there will cause you to run the equivalent of a marathon as you travel back and forth from the restroom the following day. Others feel it is part of the ironic humor of Philadelphia hipsters in that no one capable of running a marathon has ever been spotted in a Marathon Grill. We can be fairly certain there are crazy...

All I wanted was a goddamn hamburger.

One of the most important things I've learned since starting this site is that, despite being a murder-ridden, drug-laden, genetically-muddled-with-New Jersey cesspool, Philadelphia has one of the best food cultures in America. No where is this more evident than when I go on my annual trip to Las Vegas.

That city's cuisine, much like the rest of its reputation, is built on neon lights, broken dreams and cancerous silicone implants. Its idea of a nice restaurant is, well, Bobby Flay's. You can judge the "quality"...

5.0

Van Morrison. When you walk into La Terrasse, you will hear  Van Morrison. Specifically, The Best of Van Morrison, which you probably haven’t heard since you were a UPenn undergrad majoring in chemistry (because if “Moondance” and pharmacology...

7.0

Full disclosure: I've known National Mechanics' owner Paul Brown for six years, and their bartender Evan has been my closest friend for half of my life. We will not allow this to influence our objectivity in this review.

National Mechanics is the greatest bar in the universe. Inhabiting the former bank/church/Revival/Coyote Ugly on 3rd Street, National Mechanics has consumed the hearts of its former inhabitants and gained the power of the Federal Reserve, Vatican, '80s goth club and Old City sluts....

3.5

In repentance for the excesses of December, we decided to start the new year off with the thought of keeping costs down. I'm sure we're not the only ones with this idea. So where do you turn when you want a decent burger on the cheap?

The Bishop's Collar, the popular Fairmount corner bar with packed outdoor seating in the warmer months always makes me wonder if anyone has a job in that...

In the long-standing media tradition of recycling content during the holidays rather than actually working, we are proud to present the 2010 Burgerdelphia Awards.

 


Best Burger: The Whiskey King at Village Whiskey

It's hard to sum up the Whiskey King better than Kyle's writeup. The king is named as such because it has enough calories to power a rocket to the moon. The bacon and fois gras-topped...

9.5

A little backstory: a year ago, Laurence told me he had eaten the most amazing burger at Village Whiskey. He insisted it was the best burger in the Philadelphia and I immediately disagreed with him, mostly because agreeing with people is boring. After arguing about burgers and whose dad could beat up the other's, we went to Village Whiskey to put his claim to the test. While it was quite good, eating the Village Burger only solidified my stance that Philadelphia must offer something better...

6.5

Eulogy is an old favorite, and not just because I'm morbid. It's hard to go wrong visiting a pub with good food and a beer list that overwhelms even the most savvy beer drinker. The Belgian-style tavern shares a good deal in common with other Belgian establishments such as Monk's. Where Eulogy* differs is that I like to visit it because the former acts as a sort of beacon for the wanksters who inhabit the Rittenhouse area.

The other big difference at Eulogy is that the fries won't make you have to change...