Remember how kids used to tease: “If you love it so much, why don’t you marry it?”

Note to self: investigate the legality of marrying a DMK Burger Bar (3954 N. Sheffield Ave.) bun.

Have you ever tried to take a nap on a burger bun? I have. DMK’s thick, plush, flour-dusted buns double as pillows that I would readily use to replace my mattress if I could just smuggle enough out of there without danger of devouring them first. Like a house, a burger needs a sturdy foundation and roof to hold all its parts together: I would build a mansion between DMK’s burger buns any day.

But enough about the buns; let’s talk about the grass-fed beef patties—or crispy portabello, turkey or veggie patties, if you so choose to substitute— and toppings that lie between them.

Do you demand the best for your burger? Gourmet cheese like aged cheddar, French gruyere or fontina? Check. Are housemade ingredients, like Italian beef and giardinera, a high priority on your list? DMK’s got those, too. Is philanthropy important to you? DMK donates part of its profits to a different highlighted charity each month.

For the indecisive eater in you, DMK offers an array of sides that range from fried pickles and okra to gourmet mac & cheese to beef tallow fries. Everything’s a la carte, so go with a group and plan to stay awhile.

Everything about DMK’s ambiance invites you to hang out: the chill vibe set by the rock music, the notoriously attractive staff that’s like that popular girl in high school whose guts you’d hate if she weren’t so darn nice and, in lieu of the typical sports or music videos other bars might play, at DMK, movies like “Citizen Kane” play on the two TVs behind the bar. Classy.

Groups of young friends and families alike can find common ground here. Service is consistently impeccable and personable (in all senses of the word), and multiple times at the bar, with groups of girls and in mixed company, I’ve received food and drinks on the house, a good will gesture that yields generous tips and me continuing to gush to any listening ear like a school girl on a first-kiss-high.

At night, the “Bar” part of DMK’s name becomes more apparent, when the beers and cocktails start flowing and chatter volume reaches a fever pitch (and the music, with it).

Thankfully, their burger buns double as earmuffs.

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