In one of my first posts, I mentioned that Chester and I had stopped by Franklin Square this past spring, and were curious about Square Burger (6th and Race Streets), Stephen Starr’s burger shack in the park. This past weekend, we decided to pay another visit to the park and grab dinner there.
The menu is pretty basic—burgers, hot dogs, chicken tenders, fries and, ice cream, and shakes. It’s casual, inexpensive ($4.75 for burgers, $2 for fries, $4.75 for a shake) and family friendly, so it fits in well with the overall concept of the park. I’m a fan of many of the Starr restaurants, and I figured if anyone could make a restaurant in the middle of a park work, it would be him.
The verdict: Mr. Starr needs to pay a visit ASAP and do some quality control.
We both had the classic cheeseburger, served on a potato roll with American cheese, lettuce, onions, pickles, mustard, and ketchup. Sure, its traditional, but that’s good every once in awhile. This was easily one of the most lackluster burgers I’ve eaten. The patty was pretty small, and most disappointing to me, it wasn’t square. The servers didn’t ask how we wanted them cooked, and they were well past well done. I thought mine hardly had any flavor at all. Chester felt that the meat tasted as though it had sat around for a bit (It was a pretty hot day, hopefully they’ve got a good refrigeration system in the hut).
The shoestring fries were pretty good. Most likely, they were just taken out of a freezer and fried, but they were crunchy and not very greasy.
The Cake Shake—vanilla ice cream, blended with Tastycake Butterscotch Krimpets, and topped with whipped cream and butterscotch syrup—was pretty awesome. It was pretty thick, so it’s a good thing that they give you one of those big straws that come with bubble tea. They should make it with Kandy Kakes!
After dinner, we played a round of mini golf on the Philadelphia themed golf course. I love mini golf—it reminds me of the shore—but I’m pretty terrible. I usually do well on the first half, and then I stop paying attention.
Chester pretended to be Godzilla in the middle of the Elfreth’s Alley hole.
We each got a hole in one on the Ben Franklin Bridge. I had trouble getting the ball up the Art Museum steps—after about a half dozen attempts, I just rolled it up there like I was playing Skee Ball. Chester only beat me by one though, so I didn’t lose that badly this time around!
It was a fun night. I would definitely go back for the mini golf and a Cake Shake, but I’ll be getting my burger elsewhere.