Williamsburger (South 2nd and Wythe).
Last night, CB1’s land use committee approved an application for a sidewalk cafe at the new Williamsburger restaurant, located at the corner of South 2nd and Wythe. According to the owner, the restaurant will be a burger and shake joint, and should be open with a week or two. Williamsburger still needs to visit CB1’s public safety committee for a liquor license (beer and wine only).
Hopefully this will be a good addition to the block. Certainly it will be a vast improvement on Fire and Ice, the bar that operated with impunity at that location for a couple of years.
4 responses to “Williamsburger”
My husband and I just ate here. The burgers were under cooked and the meat tasted like the refrigerator. I ordered the pizza burger and the cheese was like a salty rubber slab, the sauce was bland & forgettable and the meat was just vile. We couldn’t eat it. The tag line “beefing up hipters” is printed on the menu. This place is a pathetic joke. There is nothing genuine or charming about it. Go to DuMont for a burger.
My husband and I just ate here. The burgers were under cooked and the meat tasted like the refrigerator. I ordered the pizza burger and the cheese was like a salty rubber slab, the sauce was bland & forgettable and the meat was just vile. We couldn’t eat it. The tag line “beefing up hipsters” is printed on the menu. This place is a pathetic joke. There is nothing genuine or charming about it. Go to DuMont for a burger.
I have had this burger when it was made and this woman obviously doesn’t go out much. Maybe her and her husband didn’t please each other correctly and that’s the vile they tasted. This place rocks!!!! Dumont is that place that is a dirty hole on Bedford right?
Williamsburger’s manager just called and told me not to ever come back (and may have in fact been threatening me when I erased the message) because I wanted to bring back my half eaten rare burger and trade it for the medium burger I ordered, and also to pick up the cane cola I paid for and did not get. He called me “disturbed”; I can only guess that was a response to me saying I didn’t like the taste of blood.
These guys never get it right, and I’ve been a sporadic but regular customer since their first day. The order is never complete if delivered, the burger is never cooked right if picked up. All this is common knowledge among my six flat-mates and twelve co-workers (who occupy two of the other corners on the same block, respectively)