Caravan Cafe: a burger to remember, Seymour style
Wednesday, June 4th, 2008
In these days of rising petrol prices an unnecessary road trip to indulge in the mouth watering Caravan Cafe burger seemed the perfect antidote to any well thought out savings plan. The Caravan Cafe burger came highly recommended and what’s more I can’t resist a challenge, so both my girlfriend and I thought a quest was in order.
So off we went into the Melbourne countryside with salivating mouths and Internet printed directions. However, after driving around Seymour for half an hour due to inadequate directions provided by the what I thought was the all concurring and infallible internet (can you tell I use a computer every day?) we ended up asking a local bikie, who was more than happy to help; after a 5 minute conversation. The wrong directions that were provided actually turned out to be the home residence of the late owner of the Caravan Cafe and special burger patty creator ‘Mrs Sal’. Driving around Seymour actually turned out to be a blessing in disguise because this mystifying burger was starting to take on an eerie mythical status and we also got to take in the sites including the defunct adult store ‘erotic nights’.
“Two burgers with the lot ($7 each) with beetroot (50c extra) please, oh and a strawberries milkshake”. The words were spilling out of my mouth, I could not stop them, I knew I was excited. Tantalisingly, we were able to watch the creation of these legendary beasts: the special burger patties were moulded up with an ice cream scoop, flattened on the grill and then onions mushed on top. Toasted buns, bacon, pineapple, egg, cheese, tomato, lettuce and sauce. Excellent juiciness, good structural integrity, dribble down your arm good times - what a combo!
All in all I think the Caravan Cafe burger was worth a road trip, however, the overall size, bacon and cheese let it down just a touch. I would have to say that the Buxton Burger still rocks my world. But, if you happen to find yourself driving through Seymour a stop is well worth your while.
On the way home we stopped in at the Flowerdale pub for a beer amongst the Harley’s and dirt bikes. Upon indulging the barman on our epic quest he said with a smirk on his face “I don’t know where you got your information from, but have your heard of our Mountain Burger?”
Will the search ever end, I hope not!
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