Monroe's Burgers has been a
stalwart of greasy, glorious buns in Healesville since 2016. The burger joint
was born like many great ideas are - over beers between two best friends, Paul
Stephens and Alex Bright.
They trawled through
Melbourne's hypersaturated burg scene on a patty pilgrimage to separate the
good, the bad and the ugly. (Our kind of market research). And now, Acland
Street has a new incubator for Really Fucking Good Burgers thanks to the duo.
There's also a Yarra Valley outpost open, so after one-too-many vineyard stops
on the next gals winery tour, initiate a driveby.
Despite pulling up a seat
at the street-facing outdoor table and profusely whining about our gargantuan
appetites, we obviously over-ordered and ended up almost catatonically full. Be
warned, these buns mean biznez. Less burger bravado, more burger
bravura. I even accidentally intermittently fasted that morning off the
back of a rather questionably large Friday evening.
For lovers of
a chicken-centric burg, you'll have to wrap your hands around one of Monroe's
The Deep South burgers. With mouthwateringly crispy chicken, lettuce, red onion
and lashings of smoky, southern-style BBQ sauce on a toasted milk bun, I was
left reeling. When it comes to sides, do not hold back. This trip marked my
first foray into the finger-licking, irrevocably addictive world of onion rings
and the boys here bloody nailed it (according to my much more experienced
girlfriend Soph).
Being the deso driver for the outing, I
had to skip on a drinks menu that I would've otherwise guzzled at breakneck
speed. Monroe's has a curated lineup of highly sessionable drops, with staple
offerings from Melbourne craft brewing bigshots like Moon Dog. The point of
difference here, however, is a whole fridge full of rogue sips like the Peanut Butter Porter from Bad Shepherd or a Peach
Milkshake IPA from Dainton for more adventurous types.
There's no denying the
exhausting groundswell of burger joints across this city. But if you find
yourself in the St Kilda area craving an onslaught of carborific fare, Monroe's
is your main man.
TROVE XX
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