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| - Bizarre hours and negative reviews had kept me from trying Millvale Diner, a start-up canteen that replaced Kayla's Cafe recently, but another Mr. Smalls concert left me with little choice for a fresh Yelp, so enter its doors I did.
Alabaster walls and traditional diner stools are essentially all one sees in terms of interiors, that and a man with an accent, a moustache, and a mission.
"You keep it fresh, you can't go wrong," the man whose name I can't recall told me with a glint in his eye as I eagerly devoured a Mountain Man Burger, something he seemingly concocted with me, the warrior eater in mind.
Members and crew of several other bands including Affiance and Protest The Hero charged in shortly after I seated myself. We all ordered simultaneously, and within 5 minutes, food as on my plate and in takeout boxes for the musicians and roadies.
"Do you have any help back there?" I asked the middle-aged gentleman.
"No. I do it all myself. You see, it's all about timing."
All I could do was stare.
From here on in, I shall refer to this man Burra Sahib.
And he had a challenge for me to complete...
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"You may use silverware, young man," Burra Sahib advised.
Two patties of hulking ground chuck, an over easy egg, raw red onion, onion rings, lettuce, tomato, American cheese, bacon, and mayonnaise were held together by a sesame seed bun and accompanied with exemplary battered fries. My teeth opened the morning godbeast with a gash that bled molten yellow yolk before I reached for weapons, realizing that my bare hands would not ensure victory. The meat, cooked to a sublime medium-rare astonished with its freshness, savory beefiness, and soft texture, contrasting beautifully with the crunch of the vegetables and deep-fried, breaded halos, the bacon adding fat and brine. All told, this was a giant of a burger, one worthy of the heartiest carnivores.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hzIWVFOLvLk
Dessert was a humble cut of spongy, fudge-laden bake-sale variety chocolate cake garnished with a dollop of whipped cream and chocolate syrup.
Burra Sahib was pleased, cheering my win like a king would a gladiator.
"Ah, a clean plate. I take it you didn't care for the burger," he joked.
I wished Sahib well, promised another visit, and headed off into the brisk air for...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1iHRAnIA2Yw
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