It's a block from my house, and the tantalizing, no-expectations promise of a place just called "Burgers and Beer" got my attention.  Sometimes, you just want a burger and a beer.  So last week we rolled over there, sort of early - around 6:30 - for a quick bite.  Just the two of us and about three other tables, we were glad we had gone early in the week.  The burger-centric menu allows you to assemble your own creation from multiple ingredients, or sample one of their featured concoctions.  I opted to indulge the simple urge that had gotten me in the door in the first place, and ordered a medium rare cheddar burger with fries and a draft beer.  The cold Smuttynose was delicious, as were the fries - true shoestrings - but the burger was so well-done it actually burnt my mouth.  The waitress checked in with us right after our meals landed, and asked how everything was, but as I attempted to answer her, she was gone.  "How is everything?"  Poof.  It was comical.  I was hungry, and at that point we were laughing, so I waited for my burger to cool down so I could finish it (even cooked like that, it wasn't inedible) and we just paid and left.  I'd even go back, I think, but if that happens again I'll just send the burger back and hold their feet to the fire on cooking it properly.