It was a Saturday night around 7:30 and we all thought that we were going to suffocate. The place was packed and coming in from the coolness of the lakeshore into the hustle and bustle and grease of a local diner left a weird film of something on the skin. And there were four of us, two of whom should count twice, so there were more like six dudes having a late dinner in what has become the quintessential burger joint for the town of
I stood at the counter and ordered (one ground, one cheeseburg, one Italian sausage with peppers and onions, two grilled cheeses, 4 orders, one Cherry Coke and one water). A friend went over to the ice cream counter and picked up a couple shakes, one vanilla and one chocolate. The clowns I was with had sat down in a faraway booth and were beginning to immerse themselves in the magnificent people watching these sorts of restaurants offer. Upon the stainless steel counter rested my empty brown plastic tray and out of my pocket came $25 of cold hard cash. The young lady behind the counter took it, gave me my change, and afforded me some conversation while she waited for the food to start showing up.
It did not take long for the heap to start forming. First the drinks, as is the fashion, then the counter girl asked what was to go on the burgers and sausage; the request was handled with ease. Now, the tray was getting a little cramped when the cheese sandwiches showed up, they ended up being stacked which was alright… they’re only grilled cheeses. I did become slightly concerned as to where the four orders of fries were going to go. Turns out I didn’t really need to worry because lo and behold there appeared on my tray only one order of fries and a mysterious order of onion rings.
When I reminded the girl of my original order she became very apologetic.
“I love onion rings so just get me two more orders of fries.”
“You’ll have to pay for them because I didn’t include them on your original order.”
“I wasn’t expecting not to,” I said and smiled. She was relieved and I was excited to try their onion rings.
I joined my cohorts at the booth. They had so kindly already gotten the pickles and as I had waited for the order I filled 5 or 6 paper cups of ketchup. Food was divvied up to its respective parties and consumed in a matter of minutes. The sausage was ranked very high and enjoyed immensely and comes highly recommended. The grilled cheese sandwiches were grilled cheese sandwiches but were delicious none-the-less; they did, however, leave their paper plates nearly translucent. The hamburgers, made in the
I was floored. They were breaded and deep-fried perfectly. They were not gooey or stringy or wet or dry, they were crisp, crunchy, and the produce seemed fresh, and if they were frozen they fooled me good.
Things to remember when going to Schallers:
1. It’s crowded and steamy.
2. Waiting at the counter can be a time consuming and hence annoying procedure, even for small orders. After we finished our meal I went back up, got two more burgers and another order of fries and it took as long as our original order of 3 times the size. C’est la vie. The counter kids are great though and do care about the quality of the food as well as the waiting customer.
3. Much like a DiBella’s you must specify which type of roll you want for your ground before you can proceed with the rest of the order. The bun is default but you still need to specify. The other option, a hard roll, costs extra.
4. The chocolate shakes are not that chocolaty. But the vanillas are stupendous.
5. Onion rings rocked.
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