It was sad news for burger-lovers everywhere when Miss Ann Price, of Ann’s Snack Bar, died earlier this month. People traveled from near and far to not only eat her famous “Ghetto Burger,” – named “World’s Greatest Burger” by the Wall Street Journal in 2007 – but also to see Miss Ann in action; she was quite a character. A few years ago my family paid Miss Ann a visit and my husband wrote a review of our experience. This post is for you Miss Ann; you’ll be missed.
Ann’s Snack Bar: Atlanta’s Best Burger
By James Andrews
My family is always on the quest for a good burger. As the family leader I think that I am the cause of this; I was brought up in California which many call the capital of all burgers. McDonald’s, Bob’s Big Boy and In And Out Burger were all birthed in California. And those are just the mainstream/commercial burgers.
But the hoods of California– that’s where the best burgers are found. From Nation’s and Quarter Pound Burger in The Bay Area hoods to Quick N Split and Mo Better Meatty Meat Burgers (the best turkey burger ever) in Los Angeles, I have tasted the best.
Upon moving to Atlanta my family had been hearing about Ann’s Snack Bar and the “World Famous Ghetto Burger” so today we decided to give it a try. Joining us in the hood on Memorial Drive East was our friend Matt Arnett and his two kids.
When you arrive at Ann’s Snack Bar you can almost guarantee that there will always be a wait. Why you ask? Mainly because Miss Ann has a protocol; you do not come inside the kitchen, you wait in the patio area with all the others until you are asked for your order. Not knowing this protocol, we arrived hungry and immediately went to the door where the other patrons stopped us dead in our tracks with a “You have to wait, sir.”
Put off a bit, we retreated to the wire seats in the waiting area with all of the others. It only took a little while for us to realize that there was a “Miss Ann’s Snack Bar Protocol” and soon we were mentoring the other patrons who came behind us and weren’t familiar with the “house rules” (think of the “Soup Nazi” from Seinfeld and you have a good idea). When we finally had our chance to order, of course I ordered the “World Famous Ghetto Burger” but opted out of the chili; the chili-cheese fries that I had coming was enough.
Now while ordering is the first part of the protocol, waiting is the second. After a good 35 minute wait (which included a trip to the package store for a few bottles of Tahitian Treat) a tap on the window signaled me to retrieve our order. I rushed to pick up the red trays which resembled the old school cafeteria “china” you remembered as a kid.
The first burger that I grabbed was the “Ghetto Burger with chili” that my 13 yr old son ordered. It was by far the biggest burger that I have ever seen. The thing was so huge that it scared the people waiting and made my wife shriek.
My “Ghetto Burger” (no chili, but I kept the bacon) was big and juicy also.
I took my first bite; the very well seasoned and hand-formed patty was a pleasure to sink my teeth into. The best way to describe it is “a Momma Burger on steroids.” Matt Arnett commented that the bun was nothing special, but a burger of this size required a solid bun. It is clear why Miss Ann gives you plenty of napkins and forks and knives as tools for the meal as it is plenty messy. I barely made it through the burger but I was determined and I’m happy to say I’m conquered it.
The entire experience of the fantastic burger and Miss Ann’s protocol makes this a must do in Atlanta. This is definitely the biggest and top 3 burgers I have ever had; clearly I have been to the mountain top. I look forward to my annual trip (I can only do this type of eating once a year) back to Ann’s Snack Bar. The rumor around town is that Miss Ann is retiring in May, so I must go back soon.
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