Hi. I'm Oliver Loving. I live in Fort Worth, Texas and other than traveling around the United States to eat the finest hamburgers and drink the most exquisite of beer, I'm a pretty normal guy. This blog started out as a hobby and turned into something much more magical. With supportive friends and family, my innocent past time kicked into full throttle and became a delicious, medium rare, part time job. The only payment I need is the sheer satisfaction of knowing that you, the reader, have been inspired by the burger joints on my blog and successfully have stuffed your mouth with the best meat in town. No matter how hungry you are, just keep reading. ....Yes, I admit that was a really bad sign off. I thought it would be cool to say I was 00-Burger and I have the License to Grill, but that needed some work too. Oh well.

17

Jul

Whataburger

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Currently listening to “My Heart Skips A Beat” by The Secret Sisters

Texas. The second largest/most populated state in America, and according to a recent article from ajc.com, we are 50% owner of the top ten fattest cities in the States. What does that mean? We have a lot of horses with broken backs. If you’ve never been to Texas, let me fill you in a bit. The vibe varies from city to city. San Antonio has a historical, rustic feel to it. Even though it’s close to the slow easy vibe of the Gulf, Houston has a busy, muggy feel to it. Austin has an everlasting hipster constest, but still has some of the best food and beer in the state. Dallas is much like a mullet, business in the front, party in the back. Fort Worth is slowly getting the recognition, outside of the Stockyards, that it deserves. The point is that we are unified. There is nothing that unifies a gathering of people more than food. That food has dwindled down to a single chain of incredible burgers.

In 1950, being a foodie, and taking selfies just wasn’t a thing. It was all about survival. Breaking off and becoming your own business owner was as about as successful as prohibition. The one event that will go down in history, was the creation of a small burger shack, called Whataburger. Legend has it, “Whataburger” was Santa Anna’s last cry before he spilled his own ketchup all over the Alamo. Okay, that’s a lie. This Texas legend was created in Corpus Christi by Harmon Dobson and Paul Burton. Though they aren’t selling 25 cent burgers anymore, they are cranking out quality burgers from 735+ different locations, nation wide, all inside a quintessential “A-Frame” builiding. I recently visited the homage to the original, in Corpus Christi. Check it out!

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So now you’re asking me. Why would I do a burger blog on a fast food chain? Well why does 50 Cent throw a baseball like a four year old girl with a broken arm? It’s much more than a fast food chain, it’s a lifestyle. It was one of Baby Burgaholic’s first burgers, and it’s considered a national treasure to any native Texan. The quality, love, and ingredients put into every burger outshines ANY other fast food joint, not matter how many times you go … ahem.. In-N-Out… of them. Whataburger’s breakfast menu is also amazing. Served from 11 PM to 11 AM, they’ve got tastebud ticklers for the 2 AM drunktards, to the 7 AM early birds. My favorite is the Potato Egg and Cheese Taquito. I could eat 78 of them in one sitting, but I don’t want all the attention from breaking any records. Even though I have had the whole menu, front and back, this time, I went with one of the newer introduced sangwiches. Ladies and gentlemen, this is the Avocado Bacon Burger.

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The ABB is loaded with an all beef patty, bacon, avocado, fresh diced white onions, tomatoes, personally added grilled jalapenos, American cheese, and creamy pepper sauce, all in between two slices of Texas toast. This sandwich is sexier and messier than the shower scene from Arachnophobia. The star in this game? The white onion. It provided a fresh, tart crunch to every bite. The meat was thin, and had a crispy outside layer from the flat top they cook it on. The bacon was savory, and a bit salty while the avocado created a cool, full mouth experience. The tomato added a semi sweet, hearty touch, and the creamy pepper sauce was infused with a garlic-y pepper flavor that tied everything in together. And who could go wrong with Texas toast? Like… ever? The side of fries were fried to perfection. Whataburger, within the past couple of years, has release some really cool condiments too, some of which are for sale in local Texas grocery stores. Anyways, I’m not the biggest fan of ketchup, but with the new Spicy Ketchup addition, I can really get in to it. The Jalapeno Ranch, for 35 extra cents, I would like to replace with my toothpaste. Believe it or not, it taste more like jalapeno than ranch. What a concept! Overall, I’ve never had a bad meal, and the W will remain one of my favorite places on earth forever. This burger, along with all their burgers, I will rate a strong 4 of 5 burgz. 

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I can’t wait for you to vacation to Texas. I can’t wait for you to find out that not everyone wears cowboys hats. Not everyone, says y’all. Not everyone drives a white duely Dodge, with a 4” lift and duel exhaust, cranking a 4.2 engine with 160 horse power. I blacked out, I don’t know what any of that means. The point is, Whataburger is the best quality burger you can find at any time of the day. Please visit when you visit. Thank you and amen.

Whataburger

121 N. Shoreline Blvd

Corpus Christi, TX 78401

Monday - Friday: ALL DAY - URRY DAY

02

Jul

The J. Clyde

Currently listening to: “Call Me” by St. Paul & The Broken Bones

We’ve finally made it to one of the hottest months of the year. It brings me tears to think that more than half of 2014 is over, when it just seems like yesterday I was counting down the ball and grabbing my bloated gut, asking the gods of alcohol why they put so many bubbles in champagne. It also brings in a cause of celebration. On the 4th of July, 1776, a couple of pretty important dudes got together and signed a pretty important paper that allowed the U.S. to separate from Great Britain. Shortly after, Will Smith saved the White House from total alien destruction.

Before we almost blow our hands off on the evening of Fourth of July, we hopefully will be using them for other reasons. Mostly, gripped around two buns. Okay, not like that. I’m talking about a juicy hamburger. Either from your personal backyard chef, or your favorite local restaurant. Though the burger this blog is about was not even eaten in the month of July, it helps signify why America is the best country in the world. Well, culinary wise, not soccer wise. We have grown, exponentially, from classic cuisines, to third and fourth generation handed down recipes, altered from different origins of the world, flipped upside down and back again. I visited a dive in Birmingham, Alabama that really understands the meaning of upscale bar food, by taking the common finger food, and kicking it up a notch. The inside has a dark, cave like feel. The outside looks like an old house. The food makes you want to run naked through a field of daffodils. Check it out!

The J. Clyde was my last burger stop on a 4 day road trip. Let’s just say, it capped it off perfectly. My girlfriend and I initially had quite the trouble finding a good place to eat. We were driving around downtown, in what looked like the business district, only noticing a few bars open. I took to the internet to find the best burger in Birmingham, only to have it sitting 4 miles away from my then current location. That’s when we realized we had been looking in the wrong place all together. J. Clyde is in the heart of the happening part of town. Countless bars, restaurants and shops line the streets with bright lights, inviting you into a very unpretentious neighborhood. After we arrived at our destination and sat down, I noticed the extensive beer list and the tap behind the bar to back it up. I knew we were in the right place. In such a small vicinity, this facility offers two bars, and two areas for patio seating. Then we received the menu. The burger stood out like a sore thumb. When I ordered, I added a couple of toppings to ensure the flavor explosion of this sangwich. But before that, we ordered an incredible appetizer. Ladies and gentlemen, the whole meal. A Pork Cheek Egg Roll, and the Gus Burger.

The PCER was made of braised pork cheek and fresh veggies, flash fried in a hand rolled wonton. It immediately transported us into a different country. The warm taste of authenticity mixed with the miso soy dip had us in disbelief that we were in a dive bar in Alabama. We then became aware of the talent and love the chef pours into each dish, and knew this particular Birminghamburger would be insane. Well, it was. The Gus Burger was eight ounces of grass fed beef, topped with a fried egg, crispy bacon, mustard ale cheese, and onions that are reduced down in a local brewery’s porter style beer. The complexity of this burger was off the charts. The meat was incredibly tender and well seasoned while the crispy bacon added a beautiful crunch, and a bit of saltiness that every burger needs. The mustard ale cheese blended in with the yolk of the fried egg, creating a savory liquid, which could have been served as a condiment on it’s own. The onions, in my opinion, were the star of the game, and brought the most flavor to the table. Reduced down to make them sweet, but infused with a porter, which carries subtle coffee, chocolate, and caramel notes. Then, to make the situation even better, the hand cut fries were fried to perfection, leaving me completely satisfied with my meal. I will give The J. Clyde 4 of 5 burgz.

I knew our waiter was the right one when I said I wanted something local and he offered one of the local breweries newest tripels. He wanted to get me drunk. Conveniently, I wanted to get me drunk too. Overall, I was stoked on my very short visit to Birmingham and I can’t wait to visit again, with just a bit more time to explore. If you’re ever in town, be sure to try something from the three local breweries, all on the same street. And for Pete’s sake, go to the J. Clyde’s, get a J. Clydesdale sized burger, and ride out into the sunset with a belly full of burger and happiness.

The J. Clyde

1312 Cobb Ln.

Birmingham, AL 35205

Monday: 2:00 PM - 12:00 AM

Tuesday - Saturday: 2:00 PM - 2:00 AM

Sunday: Closed

12

Jun

Crystal Beer Parlor

Let’s talk about something really sad and true, that can be summed up in one word. Prohibition. It happened, and not just in America. It was a time where the government thought they could control the happiness of innocent people by taking away their liquor. This made people almost as mad as realizing they actually paid their hard earned money to go see a Jeff Dunham show. In 1933, Uncle Sam pulled his head out his assets and allowed the straight walking drunks to soon walk crooked once more! But where did they go to do that? Well in Savannah, Georgia, they went to a place called Crystal Beer Parlor.

It has been said that the owners of CBP were secretly running hooch out of the bottom, but I guess they decided to keep Turner. They are still doing the same thing today, only legally. This post-speakeasy is now a family environment beer diner that serves up some solid food to the patrons of Savannah. They have a wonder wall of domestic and local beer on tap and they can make you any mixed drink in the book. Inside, it looks a lot like Diversity, the old wooden ship. It has a very laid back, comfortable, welcoming feel to it that gladly invites your drinking or dining tendencies for the evening. All the walls are covered in memorabilia from simpler times, keeping your eyes busy, but not asking for nearly as much attention as the increasingly desperate, Rev Run. But you don’t have to imagine it, take a look!

My girlfriend and I showed up on a Saturday around 11:30 AM, on a somewhat busy graduation weekend. After a quick 10 minute wait, we were escorted to a nice 2 person booth, and eventually looked over the bunchless menu. I knew that a burger was in my forte. After my girlfriend had mentally switched over to a lunch/dinner menu, we ordered. The waitress informed us that the dessert takes a while because it is prepared freshly, if we were interested. Since we had not had our share of Georgia peaches, we comply and order the peach cobbler. We were hungry before the journey to CBP so when the food came we were excited, and here is why. Ladies and gentlemen, the Brown Ale Burger.

The Brown Ale Burger is 100% ground chuck seasoned with Savannah Brown Ale (a local beer), topped with jalapeño cream cheese, lettuce, tomato, and onion. The star of this burger would definitely be the patty. It was a super tender, very well cooked piece of meat, that lightly finished with a dark sweet lingering flavor, from which I presume was from the brown ale, reduced down and charred on the grill. The marinade could have been more pungent, but overall it was nice. As you know, I’m always on the lookout for the most interesting toppings, and at this burger joint, the cream cheese was it. It left a creamy, buttery texture with each bite, and surprisingly had a dominant spicy jalapeño flavor. The crunch from the crisp onion was necessary for a texture change and the tomato was fresh and juicy. The bun was thick enough to mop up the juices on the bottom, but was light and airy enough to have a firm grip on the tasty sangwich. The almost perfectly fried sweet potato weren’t too greasy, and made for a perfect side.

My girlfriend ended up ordering a club sandwich which looked amazing. The only downfall was the bacon. You’re probably thinking “Why would you ever say that about bacon?! I’m going to kill you and only invite pigs to your funeral!”, but hear me out! Sheesh! The bacon wasn’t fresh and crispy like we all know and love. It just seemed to have been cooked earlier that day and had somewhat of a ‘pull and tear’ to it. And remember that peach cobbler from earlier? Well it showed up in the form of our check. And it didn’t even taste like peaches. Our waitress had unfortunately forgotten to put it on our ticket. Which somewhat worked out for the best, because that burger was huge. Overall, pretty solid food, and I will give this hamburger 3 out of 5 burgz.

I do recommend this historical beer parlor if you’re stopping by Savannah for a day or two. There are some great local breweries and odds are you can celebrate the end of prohibition by drinking through the wonderful tap selection and dining on some righteous food. That’s if you’re not too full from visiting the Country Crock factory that somehow got mislabeled Paula Deen’s restaurant/gift shop.

Crystal Beer Parlor

301 W Jones St.

Savannah, GA 31401

Monday - Thursday: 11:00 AM - 10:00 PM

Friday - Saturday: 11:00 AM - 11:00 PM

Sunday: 11:00 AM - 10:00 PM

05

Jun

HōM

Let’s face it. The cliche of “Southern Charm” is real. It’s there. When you hear those two words, you might think of the old black and white films with a rich white chick wearing a giant dress, saying things like “Ohhh Govn’a” or “Well, I nevah!”. Some of you think of drinking wine glasses full of Boones Farm on a porch swing, while watching the sun set with a bloodhound on a warm summer night. I actually never thought Southern Charm was real, and I’ve even watched a couple of Kelly Clarkson interviews . That’s until my most recent visit to Charleston, South Carolina.

Charleston has an unbelievable buzz around it that sends you into a different realm upon first step on cobble stone road. I stand by my comparison, stating that Charleston is simply a 50/50 mix between New Orleans and Miami. Then again, the buzz could hail from the mix of the hip young college students and the old historical buildings and heritage. Maybe it comes from the uncomfortable feeling you have when you just got ripped off by a young kid on a bike selling “flowers” made from tree leaves for his “school basketball team” in the middle of summer, all while enjoying the cool breeze and beautiful view of the Atlantic ocean. One thing is for sure, the food scene in Charleston is not stuck in the past. The first meal I had was perfect. It was at a rad place called HōM. Check it out!

HōM had a clean, new, modern feel to it and a main course and drink menu to back that up. This is not only a family friendly environment, it’s a great place to grab a local beer and catch the game, OR be a part of your own game. In the back of the building, the guys over at HōM have set up a room with hand spray painted local art and two ping pong tables. That way the dudes can have an intense ping pong match while the girls can watch Desperate Housewives of Atlanta on the tube in the same room. But let’s face it. You don’t come to a burger joint for anything other than the burgers. Ladies and gentlemen, I’d like to introduce you to one of the most creative, flavor pounding, wicked burgers I’ve had thus far. This is the Hurricane.

The Hurricane is an all beef patty stuffed with duck confit and goat cheese, topped with HōM steak sauce, vanilla onion relish, and crispy onion rings. My reaction to my first bite should have been filmed. My eyes widened, my jaw dropped, and my mind was racing. There were a ton of different flavors exploding on my tongue and I didn’t know how to comprehend them. The first thing I tasted was the sweet vanilla blended in with the savory caramelized onion relish. That lead into the darker, warmer, tangier flavor from the steak sauce. HōM needs to visit every burger joint I’ve been to that has onion rings or straws on top their sangwiches and slap those cooks in the face. I have never had an ACTUALLY crispy onion ring on top of a burger until this moment. What a revelation! The patty itself seemed very large at first, but somehow ended up extremely manageable. Of course the goat cheese flavor was nutty and pallet pleasing, but the duck confit really helped with the consistency of the burger. For those of you that don’t know what duck confit is, it’s typically duck leg that is cured in salt, rinsed, and then cooked in fat over night. The finished product would be crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. This method provided a coarse, filling texture to each bite and left you with a light, fine dining after taste. The fries are hand cut and fried perfectly and their dipping sauces could not have been better. Not to mention, all this and a drink for ten bucks flat. Ahhh, the advantages of a lunch special. This establishment and burger deserve no less than 5 of 5 burgz. Yeah!

If you have never been to Charleston, you have no excuse to not visit the markets, the wonderful food and restaurants, the history and southern hospitality that awaits you. But when you do show up, promise me you will go to straight to HōM to hit some balls and eat whatever is between two buns. 

HōM

563 King Street

Charleston, SC 29403

Monday - Sunday: 11:00 AM - 1:30 AM

13

May

Big Orange

I’ll preface this post which is inspired by the Spring season. The birds are chirping, the freshly cut grass is glistening, and you’ve recently checked the outrageous prices of a professional baseball game, debating if it’s even worth the trip to the stadium for the dollar snot dogs. The weather is almost tolerable enough for grilling out and swimming in the pool, but you’ve noticed your burger-craving garden needs some tending. That’s where I, the sexy shirtless burgardener, come into play and water your mouths weekly with hilariously informative blogs, which will grow up and hopefully blossom into a future meal of yours.

I recently had the opportunity to sit in a car for 15+ contiunous hours and move my best friend and his dog home from New Jersey. After a disgusting mix of red bull, pringles, chex mix, chocolate chip cookies, and every other snack a pimple infested 15 year old gamer would eat, we finally had enough energy to make it all the way to Little Rock, Arkansas. We set up camp there and I was on the look out for some real food. The clues were there, the scent was hot, and I sniffed my way all the way to Big Orange. Located in a shopping center directly across the street from a mall, sits this somewhat hidden burger haven. It has a rockin’ patio on the outside and a chic, contemporary inside. But you don’t have to take my word for it. Take a look! It’s…. in a.. book?

Big Orange is a foodie and/or alcoholic’s dream come true. There are only few of us that can claim themselves as the “and/or”, but we must stand tall and stand proud. They have a beautiful wall full of bourbon, a menu full of hand mixed cocktails, and a tap full craft beer waiting to slide down your esophagus and impair your brain into thinking you can definitely eat three burgers without a problem. Due to the caffeinated cookie volcano that recently errupted in my stomach, I decided to stick with water this time around. The place was booming with burger lovers, enjoying the patio weather before the southern sun gets too hot. There are two stories and a patio for seating, and on the weekends its seems to get pretty busy. The staff was quick and friendly. Our waitress was very tall, polite, and helpful, and made sure we were getting exactly what we wanted. One look at the menu and I knew what I had to put in my mouth. I’m actually getting hungry thinking about it now. Ladies and gentlemen, the White Truffle and Pecorino Burger.

The WT&P Burger is made of pecorino cheese, arugula, fig jam, white truffle, and mayo on an all beef patty in between a super soft bun. Lets start with meat. It was so tender, and perfectly seasoned. I didn’t have a chance to ask, but I assume that the beef is ground in house, due to the composure and fresh taste it provided. The cheese was light and almost reminiscent of a parmesan. The arugula was arugula, but the real star of this burger was the fig jam. It plays off the white truffle almost as good as Eminem pretending his last 4 singles are not the same song. The combination of savory and sweet left you wanting to take another bite quicker than you could swallow the previous one. Not to mention the slightly toasted, airy wheat bun that mopped up all the juices from the sangwich. My buddy and I both shared some delicious hand cut fries with a special dipping sauce made of both ketchup and mayonnaise. It is their house “BOB Sauce” but will forever go down as “fancy sauce” in my book. I left full. I left extremely happy. I have had dreams of this burger since that faithful day. That’s how I knew after the first bite, that I would rate this burger 5 out of 5 burgz.

This was my first time in Little Rock, and it will probably be a while before I return again. If you happen to live or drive through this tornado alley and you’re looking for a kick in the teeth, please stop by one of two Big Orange locations and get a burger flavored more powerfully than a F-5. By the time you finish, you’ll yell the F word 5 times, wishing you had more to eat. And then Helen Hunt will appear and straw feed you an alcoholic milk shake.

Big Orange

207 N. University Ave. Suite 100

Little Rock, AR 72205

Monday - Thursday: 11:00 AM - 10:00 PM

Saturday - Sunday: 11:00 AM - 12:00 PM

Sunday: 11:00 AM - 10:00 PM