It’s beginning to look a lot like…spring. Christmas is many months away, and I rather it come later than sooner. I’ve had my fill of cold weather and winter already. But thanks for the offer.
This past Saturday’s weather can only be described in one word: delightful. And I had no choice but to take advantage of this opportune forecast. My niece’s birthday is this month, and a week ago she had asked me to take her shopping. In addition to the weather, I was feeling as positive as a proton, so I decided to give her exactly what she wants. But prior to me spoiling her, we had to fuel up. And there’s this one place that I stumbled across a month ago that I’ve been wanting to try: Zinburger in Cherry Hill, New Jersey.
So what makes this place special? Well, that’s the point right? To find out. But what piqued my interest initially is it is a burger bar and I love burgers. So it was only fitting that I gave it a shot.
For the brief moment that I was inside the restaurant before being seated outside, I’d like to mention how it looks inside, in case you were wondering. There’s a full service bar, and the interior reminds me of a big Shake Shack for the most part.
My niece is 10 years old. Fortunately, Zinburger has a kids menu (or unfortunately in this case, as I would love to have my niece destroy a burger half her size). I showed her the full menu but she gracefully declined.
She went with her natural instinct and got the chicken tenders. I went with the Double Burger (I’m very carnivorous) with a fried egg. I also ordered us a side of truffle fries because truffle is my kryptonite. True story.
I can’t say if my niece’s dish was good, but she finished it.
As I was devouring my burger and suggested my niece to try the truffle fries, three things hit me. First: my niece hates the truffle fries. Secondly, while eating the fries, I realized my burger didn’t come with a side of fries. And lastly, my waitress never asked me how I wanted my burger cooked. That’s right. The burger did not come with fries and, as of my experience, I never got asked how I wanted my burger cooked. Big gasp! Breathe in, breathe out.
Now don’t quote me, but I believe even Red Robin allows for you to have your burger cooked a certain temperature. This was my first time at Zinburger so I’m not sure if they just don’t allow you to, or my waitress forgot. However, that and the invisible fries stood out to me as odd. And then look at the pickles they provide. Shaking my head.
Moving on, I did enjoy the burger quite thoroughly. The burger was juicy and tender and greasy. The truffle fries were good as well as the truffle aioli condiment.
I can’t say I was sent to burger heaven with the offerings I had. I wasn’t disappointed either, but then again maybe the weather and seeing my niece gave me some kind of happiness armor that not even a bad burger could pierce. Whatever the case may be, I didn’t really feel a strong connection with Zinburger the first time around, but I also know a great relationship doesn’t happen overnight so I’m more than willing to give it a second chance. Terrible analogy, ok I’m done.