In praise of Bareburger, in Park Slope. It’s not even that the food is so fantastic–it’s no Franny’s. It’s a very decent burger with too many options for toppings for my taste, but the meat—your choice of everything from beef, to bison to even ostrich, if you can believe–is 100%, painfully, and deliberately organic. And there is a lot of signage and verbage dedicated to this mission. It is, after all, Park Slope, land of the Channel Thirteen (all spelled out) tote and orthopedic sandals as far as the eye can see. What they do get are families who don’t want a dumbed down kids’ menu, need organic, and for parents who want to drink. Beers on tap are good, artisanal, considered, like everything else. For all of the AWFUL restaurants on Seventh Avenue in the North/Central Slope, this is one we go back to again and again. The place has a kind of Pacific Northwest microbrewery feel so you don’t feel you are at a “Family Restaurant”. Service is friendly and excellent, meals come with a side of carrots and apples, which serves to mitigate cheeseburger guilt.
I want to shout it out from the rooftops to any restaurateur who is thinking about opening a restaurant on Flatbush instead of 7th Avenue, please come to 7th. You will make a killing if you get it right–and save us from another eyeglass shop, or, God forbid, another unnecessary real estate office. But for the industry at large, restaurateurs should consider the great untapped market in families.