In Williamsburg on a Saltwater Sandal and bike part hunting trip, we found ourselves hungry and annoyed at being in Williamsburg. Parked squarely in front of Kitchen Delight, just off of Bedford, we looked at the shiny metal walls pronouncing the wonders of their menu (mouth watering burgers, grilled hot dogs, sliders), we thought to give it a shot.
The place is small, a hole in the wall, and it was mostly empty when we showed up. They’re open really late, but there’s not way I would dare go there late-night after binge-drinking with everyone else in the neighborhood. I entertained the idea before I ate, but was less inclined afterwards.
The menu has a pretty wide variety, and I almost opted to go for the Pastrami Poppers, but thought it best to stick to what I know, and got a Super Delight Burger. It didn’t strike me until now, but using the word “delight” in everything makes me think of Sunny Delight. Sunny D! Y’know? Do they still make that stuff? We used to have to cut it with some water, because it felt like drinking syrup. Incredibly viscous stuff.
Sunny D isn’t on the menu, but A&W Root Beer is, and I hardly see that anywhere around here (I bet if I started looking, I could find it in a half dozen places though). As far as the major producers go, A&W is up there in the Top 5 root beers. We also got a Black & White shake and the burgers came with fries.
Now, the burger: On a brioche bun! What is the DEAL with brioche buns? I understand wanting to have a little heft in the bun, but I just don’t agree with the waxy stiffness of the crust. This bun is by far better than Stand’s, because it has enough give and tear to it that it doesn’t make a mess of the burger, but the consistency still leaves something to be desired. The meat was standard — I’d have ordered mine medium rare if they asked, but they didn’t. Not much else special about the burger, the 1000 island sauce they used was forgettable.
Everything else: Fries were thin-cut McDonald’s style fries that were over-salted (sea salt means use less!). Three sauces on the tables were great, as I am a sauce glutton (perhaps just a glutton), but barbecue sauce, hot sauce, and ketchup were all freely available. I love me some BBQ sauce and hot sauce. But the bad news: The shake was weak and thin, and left me feeling like I was drinking a bit of chocolate milk with a little vanilla ice cream in it — The kind of shake I make at home, only skimpier on the ice cream.
I gotta say, I rarely find myself in Williamsburg, and this place isn’t a destination place by any means, so probably not a repeat visit. That said, if the circumstances are right and we need something quick and cheap (by NYC standards, it is cheap) and are in the neighborhood, maybe we go back. But there’s so many other places to try, why go back to a place that is just mediocre?
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