Did not even look at the rest of the menu, because I was there for the burgers. Excitement in anticipation for the burger was at its peak when the bell rung. The burger was huge - the size of a Sasquatch foot, minus the hair. Mustard had a great creaminess to it, onion was fresh, relish was above on point, meat was extremely good. Tessaro’s is in a completely different stratosphere than McDonald’s. The home fries were better than french fries - they were nice and crisp, without all the grease, and they went well with the condiments. The best part was finishing the burger, I felt accomplished. I don’t really ever eat that much. I was planning on bringing some of the burger back for my mom, but I ate it. No take out box necessary.
On a scale of 1-10, these burgers would be a 20.
Never wear a hat in a restaurant because it is proper etiquette. It’s the proper thing to do. Something that goes back to our parents, their parents, their parent’s parents, and comes back around to our nieces and nephews. It’s called tradition.
Bloomfield is a small town inside of a city. A friendly town with friendly people who seem happy. All the little shops remind me of small town America. If I had nowhere else to live, I’d probably live here. It’s kind of loud in Bloomfield, while it’s quiet in my neighborhood Mt. Lebanon. But Mt. Lebanon does not have Tessaro’s.
I can’t believe I ate the whole thing.