The Dobson's Burger

I must have first visited Dobson's in the San Diego Gaslamp before there was such thing as Gaslamp.


People still shake their heads when I give them that one. Before thee Gaslamp? How old is this guy.


But not too long ago there was a Horton Plaza and a city going down the drain. Before it could vanish, Gaslamp was born. Dobson's survived as well.


Chef Martin asked me to come by once more. If you sneak a peek at Chef martin's bio on the Dobson's website, you would think this guy would have little time for a moemoirist who wrote about burgers.


Fact is the chef wears many hats and one of them is a gracious host. He just might greet you and your party when you enter the restaurant. He will be the one with a big smile.


I wasn't there for the frills. Just give me the Dobson's burger and Caesar Salad.


If that impresses me, I will be driven to write about you. If you taste more like Burger King, I will write about that too.


The salad was delicious and two ample sized anchovies joined the salad perched on an island on the western edge of my fancy plate.


I was in heaven but wait, there was more!


The helpful Dobson's waiter was bringing me my piping hot burger. Two big patties!


Tres bien!


Dobson's reminds me of a crowded New York city townhouse with a bustling bar at the entry and a cavern of rooms heading in all directions where you can dine per your mood of the day.


All you need to know is this.


I love the Dobson's Burger.


You will too!


Write me if I am wrong or better yet just bring it to the attention of Chef martin.


He will make it right!


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