Is it possible to truly enjoy The Burger's Priest as an Atheist? Am I a cheeseburger-loving hypocrite?
Although, with that logic, I would never have experienced the satisfying crunch of a freshly fried falafel, or reveled in the pungent appeal of a giant kosher pickle. And if that’s wrong, I don’t want to be right.
Plus, this place is always packed full of interesting characters due to its proximity to Queen and Spadina, the heart of all things crazy and eclectic in Toronto. And in my books, there’s no better place to satisfy both my burger and drawing cravings in one shot.
I got in line and placed my order; a bacon cheeseburger with fries and a strawberry shake. To my left I spot a couple nestled in the window exchanging giddy glances over a tangle of greasy brown takeout bags and half-eaten patties. From the looks of it they went to town, ordering several mammoth-sized burgers from the Priest’s secret menu.
At the other window stood a fashionable pair, clearly on a date, flirting next to the squeeze bottles as they waited for their number to be called.
A lonely looking woman sat at a table by herself gazing wistfully at the fry cook from across the room. It was difficult to tell whether she was lusting over the man or the spuds, as both were quite glorious.
To the uninitiated, the lineup does seem long for a burger joint. But these guys get the beef out quick, and the few minutes you do spend in line will be time well spent contemplating the menu. You’ve got your classic bacon cheeseburger (my favourite), then there's Holy Smokes, a spicy burger featuring panko-crusted jalapeños, and then there's a six-leveled gluttonous abomination called The Tower of Babel featuring every burger topping known to man. For those who enjoy their burgers with a side of irony, there’s the Religious Hypocrite, a fried portobello veggie burger topped with a slice of crispy bacon.
Gluttony be damned! Get thee to The Priest!
The Burger’s Priest
463 Queen Street West