Hand-Burgers

Oh $#!*! The "cheddar" burger is hot as #&!!!  And cheddar doesn't mean cheddar cheese, but like cheese sauce, like the kind that comes with cheese fries.  But seriously, this burger is on &^@*!#$ fire!  There are red peppers in the meat and it just about kicked my @$$!
I mean, yeah, of course I still ate it all, but still, &^$**()_!!, I'm going to have to stick to the regular cheeseburger instead.  *^)  $#@%$^!!

Seeing is believing, though tasting is even better.
And I believe this may  be one of the best burgers I've ever had.
Not just one of the best hamburgers I've devoured - yes, completely devoured in 90 seconds - in Chicago, but anywhere.
Oops! Did I say hamburger? I meant, "Hand-Burger."
My hand-made cheeseburger was grilled by Hand-Burger's co-proprietor, Terry Moore, mere minutes before Mr. & Cassandra Moore's first restaurant venture closed on a weekday night.
That's the only reason I didn't -  wait COULDN'T - rapidly return to order multiple burgers for immediate consumption. I played myself.
Dang.
Heck.
I could use stronger language to voice my displeasure but Mr. Moore would have none of that in his establishment. A sign against swearing is one of many that decorate the counter and interior.
Also on the walls of Hand-Burgers is a visual tour of Black culture in Chicago over the past two decades: former Mayor Harold Washington campaign posters, stepper's event pluggers, photos around the city and instant memorabilia about and from President-elect Barack Obama.  
While at the grill, Mr. Moore told me, he met Obama in Springfield in '04 and ducked the soon-to-be former governor, to get Obama'sautograph.
That's the same kind of vision he brings to the grill offering hungry folks hand-made variations like the Hip Hot Burger (which would've been my next order) seasoned with cayenne pepper, crushed red pepper & jalapeno peppers and turkey burger.
There's also a Meat Loaf Burger. You can let me know about That One.
Almost as delicious as my burger, customized with grilled onions and pickle, were the french fries flavored with salt & pepper.
Located across the street from a remodeled Golden Arches, it's hard to imagine why anyone would want to cross Halsted to eat a pre-frozen patties perched under a heat lamp.
I regret every having made that mistake.
Mr. Moore, just as you predicted, I'll be back.