Just off highway 11 in Cottondale is a little joint called The Oasis. You’d never guess it, but they have the best burgers in town. Better than Five Guys, Hooligans, and Mugshots. They advertise “the best cheeseburger in town… Cottondale, that is.”
If you want a good, greasy burger, and don’t care how you smell when you leave; you need to hit the Oasis. You will not be let down. I’ve always been told Joe Namath was a regular there.
This picture is from my experience today. P-diddy, what did you think?
What do you mean by “don’t care how you smell when you leave”? grease smell or smoke? I can deal with the grease smell especially for a good burger, but not the other.
I like your restaurant reviews. I think you make a fine food editor. You know how to order the right appetizers to prep you for the main course. I don’t have that skill.
I need to check it out. Never been there.
Kira, it’s a bar, so the smoke is pretty strong. And too bad it’s not hickory. It’s worth the smell for the burger.
OK – let me place a true perspective on the event in question….
Just off of Highway 11 is a quaint little cess pool known as the Oasis. Upon entering this fine establishment your senses are overloaded by fragrant smells of stale beer, cheap liquor and the ever popular cigarette smoke…which by the way if you are short on them they will gladly sell to you for around $8 a pack. As you might imagine there is no hostess to seat you and the booth we chose was a lovely antique upholstered one, last refitted somewhere in late May of 1963. My side of the booth – I wil admit had to the be the best side because from the size of hole underneath my crack – I expect it was used alot…how the hole got there is up to your imagination – I like to think that a swarvy gambler accidently shot a hole in the seat while drawing his gun but I digress…
The menu or rather the laminated piece of paper, features a large array of items…hamburger, cheeseburger, double hamburger, double cheeseburger and hamburger steak…with of course all the trimmings…grease, fries, onion rings, beer, etc. etc. I ordered the double cheeseburger with fries – now I will admit that the item placed in front of me was a large burger, and I was pleased with it’s flavor during consumption. However with every bite my nicotine fit grew and grew and Thad starting looking like a school girl in a mini skirt. Oh…and the ambience and conversation – why we entertained with a stimulating conversation by two fine gentleman curious about Thad’s Blueberry…yes Blueberry – for the rest of us it would be a Blackberry… As we finished what I will term “our meal” I took my knife and cut a path through the smoke to counter – i.e. Bar – to pay – which surprisingly enough they did have a debit card machine. Upon completion of the check we fell out the door and almost passed out due to the amount of fresh oxygen that rushed into our bodies. So the burger was good – truly better in taste than those mentioned above – I give you that, however my recommendation is the following:
#1 – place a pick up order – trust me you don’t need a menu
#2 – make an appointment with your mechanic because once you attempt to pull into what I will loosely call their parking lot your shocks, front end and frame will probably be damaged due to the bomb craters.
#3 – Enter with a oxygen mask – throw a $20 at the country and run…
Be prepared as the burger tends to stick with your for awhile….I tihink I am still passing it.
Well said Patrick.
Thad, I think you and Patrick should start your own restaurant review tv show. I’ll edit- Because you never know what Patrick will say
We should do that, and Patrick’s comments normally have to be edited. He’s the reason I have to personally approve every comment on here.