Post # 12 Tommy's Original Hamburgers

Tommy's Original Hamburgers

2575 W. Beverly Blvd.

Los Angeles, CA

originaltommys.com

Happy Burger has been on sabbatical the past few months and over that time a handful of people (okay, two) have inquired about our absence. With such validation, I'm compelled to fire up the blog again. I've recently returned from a family vacation in LA where I scarfed a memorable burger, so it's fitting to feature it here.

Our son Spencer was unable to join us for the trip, which left our family's 50/50, male/female balance out of whack. I loved traveling with the girls, but the estrogen-heavy environment quickly became apparent. Hearing phrases like, "We need to buy a curling iron!" and "I can't go to the beach until my nails are dry!" and  "We need to buy a straightening iron!" became commonplace.

The learning curve: Wet nails = pool. Dry nails = beach

My minority status was most obvious when voting on places to eat. Alicia is gluten-free and our daughter Chace threatens to become a vegetarian almost daily, so dining on sushi and salads became the norm. By the morning of day four I was more than ready for a burger.

A friend of the blog who knew of our trip had told me of a place called Tommy's Original Hamburgers, so I gave it a Google. Tommy's is a West Coast chain with thirty-five locations, but the original ramshackle shack that started it all, in 1946, continues to be the company's most popular venue. The place is fairly famous, having been featured in several movies over its sixty year run. Celebrities of film, TV, sports and politics all frequent the place, along with a colorful array of LA denizens and tourists. It is open 24/7/365 and offers little beyond burgers and dogs, all topped with a healthy ladle of chili unless requested otherwise. Everything is insanely cheap, and best of all, the shack is located just a couple of miles from where we were staying, at the corner of Beverly and Rampart Boulevards. The more I read about Tommy's, the more I had to experience it.

I quickly devised a breakfast plan to satisfy all palates: a stop at Tommy's for a chili burger for moi, followed by a trip to a gluten-free crepe place in Westwood for Alicia, and ending with a short walk into the shadow of UCLA to Stan's Donuts or Diddy Riese Ice Cream & Cookies (each famous in its own right) for a treat for Chace.

By the time the girls were up and primped and out of the hotel it was close to ten, and upon reaching Tommy's a line had formed as straight as Chace's hair down Rampart Blvd. People were smiling and talking in the queue while others stood at outdoor counters devouring chili burgers, chili dogs and chili fries. The girls voiced amazement that anyone would eat chili anything at 10 AM. I felt a sense of belonging and quickly joined the line.

Hanging with my brethren at the corner of Beverly and Rampart

The line moved fast and the middle-aged woman taking orders was uncommonly polite. This surprised me, as food shack workers aren't known for their patience. Decades ago I had visited a popular hot dog stand in Wells, Maine called Flo's. Flo's was legendary Down East, mostly because of its ornery owner, Flo. She was a big woman who looked like somebody's mamma you'd have trouble throwing from a train. She insulted whoever ordered a hot dog prepared any way but hers, (boiled, topped with celery salt and mayo) and was rumored to have pulled a shot gun on someone suggesting she expand her menu beyond dogs. During my visit I was unarmed, so I played it safe and ordered a couple of celery dogs. But I made the mistake of asking for milk to drink. Flo slammed a half-pint carton on the counter and snarled at me to sniff it first because only losers drink milk and I was the first loser in the place for some time.

As fun as all that sounds, I liked the welcoming vibe at Tommy's, which was shared by staff and patrons alike. All walks of life were represented in the queue...Rich, Poor, Black, White, Latino, Middle Eastern, Asian, Male, Female, Young, Old...and all had a simple, common bond: a desire to experience a delicious, artery clogging Tommy burger or dog.

Tommy's double chili cheeseburger. Nutritional values unavailable

Regardless of how unhealthy they may be, Tommy burgers ARE delicious. They are big and greasy and salty and messy, exactly how a burger at an outdoor shack should be. After sampling Tommy's double chili cheeseburger I almost went back for a chili dog, but a donut or two were in my future...and an ice cream sandwich, as it turned out.

Donut # 1: Peanut Butter stuffed with chocolate frosting and chocolate chips

The Diddy Riese mocha ice cream sammy that almost sunk me

It was fun hanging with a fraternity who saw nothing unusual about chowing chili cheeseburgers for breakfast. But it was also fun getting back to my traveling companions...and sushi and salad, straight and wavy hair, and prettily painted nails.

Score: 8.4 out of 10 Napkins