Albert Park Burger

Wa-hey... we're in Albert Park, site of Melbourne's krazy wacked-out happenings, fly culture and home of the beatz. Hey wait, some guy's shooting at a cop at a house party over there, and what's that I hear? A jam session on the roof of a tram stop - there's a bald guy screaming into a microphone and a chick in a leather jacket beating the hell out of a dustbin.

...and then I woke up, to the grey reality of estate-agent-encrusted Albert Park.

However it has one redeeming feature, and that is the shining beacon that is Andrew's Hamburgers on Bridport St, near the Village centre. Joel and Pete went along to witness the staff in this tiny place cranking out burgers. We've heard a lot about these guys in the press and from word of mouth, so they had a lot to live up to. The burgers have an excellent balance of onion, cheese and patty, and are extremely tasty. There needed to be some beetroot, but we'll say no more about that, except that it is the recommended place to go if you find yourself stranded on a Winter solstice night in the dark, dead heart of Albert Park.