Nobody grills a burger like Gus Whalen. At least that’s what the people in Huckleberry Springs will tell you. The success could be in the spices and marinades he selects, or that he refuses to switch from charcoal. It also might be his practiced hand. Do anything enough times and you’ll learn to get it right eventually.
You can see Gus out on his back porch almost every night, starting in April—sometimes March if the weather sings the right tune— and carrying on until late October. Even if it rains a bit, he dons a slicker and puts in an appearance. Of course it’s not burgers every night. The man and his arteries never would’ve made it past forty. Gus can work some minor miracles with chicken and any other animal you throw at him, as well.
Excepting the occasional holiday weekend gatheri
