Five Points Burger has come about with Tomislav Martinovic at the helm creating burger history. I had high expectations having eaten at his restaurant 'Tomislav' in Darlinghurst before it closed. Five Points' reputation begins as you walk around the corner to be greeted with a queue that spills out into the footpath. Waiting in queue are the hipsters, office suits, athletes in their gym clothes patiently waiting to get a burger fix. The camaraderie of waiting in queue means the menu is passed down to remove any ounce of indecisiveness when it's your turn for the staff to take your order.
The menu is short and straight to the point, no fuss when it comes to your burger experience. My eyes catches the description of 'The Bronx' burger with its grilled beef pattie, double cheese, pickles, thick bacon, tomato sauce, aioli, onion jam, mustard and iceberg lettuce.
Perhaps, if you are thinking that this may be too much for the waistline, then the option of 'The Manhattan' with no bacon, no onion jam may be the better option.
The burger I will have to try next is the 'Queens', a burger with grilled chicken breast, bacon, cheese, tomato in chilli sauce and gherkin mayonnaise. And don't feel left out if you are a vegetarian, as there the 'Straten Island' burger with Portobello mushroom, cheese, tomato, marinated peppers and tzatziki.
I'm not too sure that I will be needing the extra cheese, bacon or double meat, but it's available for the hungry carnivores out there. The list of sides includes an option of chips or coleslaw. I know which option I'm taking and its those crispy fries as quickly as they come out, they are out the door with their hungry owners.
Flipping the menu, you are posed with the option of milkshakes with the flavours of salted caramel, chocolate and vanilla but where is the strawberry option?
Finally waiting inside the joint, the polished concrete floors and walls give the place, an industrial New York kind of feeling. Décor is minimal as it's all about the burgers, fries and milkshakes here.
Given a couple of curveballs with my order as they had run out of coleslaw and their delivery of salted caramel hadn't come through, it didn't take away from the anticipation. Armed with our Bronx burgers, chips and chocolate milkshakes, we garnered a spot at the communal table of strangers. The conversations were flowing, more probably about the crazy storm that had the rain pelting sideway but a general muffled silence as we ate our way through the soft milk buns through to a juicy beef patty, smoky bacon, sweet onion jam offset by the pickle and mustard and creamy aioli whilst licking our fingers having popped into our mouths the best crunchy beer battered chips north side of the bridge.