Contrary to some of the winds that blow, I rather enjoyed my burger at Burger Bar. It was perfectly juicy and slathered with bleu cheese -- just the way I like it. I shared the Saag Poutine (a must) with my date and we left quite satisfied -- and a little bit dizzy from overeating. Although they didn't have the mint iced tea (she claimed they were "out," whatEVer) the black iced tea was still quite good. Be warned, it's unsweetened but that's how grownups do it. (Y'all just got told.)
It's a small space with dim lighting and a saloony vibe, and their patio is killer. An excellent addition to Kensington Market.
Obligatory Title Pun: Don't wanna be/your beast of BUR-GER.
Menu Readability: The choice of typeface makes the entire thing look like it was wrenched from rollers after a paper jam. Insta-fail.
Need to mention: Where it says "All Dressed Up" on the menu? Those are burgers too. Needlessly confusing.
What this place teaches me about myself: I can't believe I never thought of saag poutine on my own. I've let down my people.