I had the opportunity to be in Detroit, exploring an opportunity and with some time to kill before I had to catch a plane, I realized that I had a chance to get to Miller’s Bar in Dearborn. The sign on the left is actually the outside wall, facing the cross street.
Inside, it is a long, narrow, window-less, menu-less bar. Curving sixty-year old wooden bar lining the right wall, red leather and wood booths lining the lefts with tables in the middle. The griddle is in the near corner as you walk in and can’t be any larger than a normal stove-top. Yet they serve up to 1,200 burgers a day.
I sat at the bar and looked around – everyone was eating a burger. Seven ounces of fresh beef with American cheese, served on a sheet of wax paper, no lettuce or tomato available. I know why everyone was eating one – it was a really good burger.