I happened through Fircrest today, and stopped in at The Little Holland. I’d been meaning to give it a try.
I remember the first Little Holland, long before it became known as “The Little Holland,” back in the ‘60s when there was an actual windmill on the roof.
Those were the days when going out for a burger was something of a cultural event. We’d go up to Sixth Avenue where the disc jockey spun his platters in the booth above King’s. We’d go to the Dairy Queen, or Jubilee, or Frisko Freeze. We’d be listening to KJR, KOL and KTAC and so would everyone else, and the music from our car radios would fill the night with The Sonics and The Wailers back when they belonged to us alone.
So today I ordered a Mikie Burger at The Little Holland. It seemed a little heavy on the chopped onions – more so than I recall – but otherwise it was what it was supposed to be: goopy, moist, internationally unique with its marriage of Swiss Cheese and Canadian bacon.
And I wish the new owners well. The new “The Little Holland” is located across the street from the original, there in a little strip mall with a telecommunications retailer and a lighting store next door. Customers wait inside, within walls, and given the crowd the lucky ones found seats on stools that looked like washbasins.
Again, I wish the new owners well. Independent burger places are an endangered breed.
However, I would suggest an immediate change.On the menu board above the counter the name of the place is several times misspelled.
"Little Holand," it says again and again.
If the new owners can’t spell the name of the place correctly, what does that say about the possibilities of the food?
And why is it a “Pork Sandwiche” and “BLT Sandwiche?”I do not choose to sip “Lamonade” or a shake flavored with “Raspbery.”
I know, these are small points. And maybe spelling doesn’t really matter any more.
I’ll check back in a few weeks to see if the name of the place is back to being spelled – and honored – inside as it is on the sign outside. I’ll probably have another Mikie Burger.
Hold the onions.