I eat, therefore, I am. But, tell me where am I exactly?
I’ll give you a hint or two -
Don’t get me wrong, I usually love fine dining, and I want to eat well, or at least more healthy for that matter; but a few times a year, (okay a month lately), I make myself truly happy by visiting this charming, not-so-ordinary trailer for some real "All-Americana" down-to-earth grub.
That’s right - I said the word ‘trailer.’ Don’t be alarmed. Be very excited. Honest.
If you want great fast food, I give it to you, in all its greasy glory of a menu. Only four tiny steps up and through a charming slider door before you’re in cheeseburger/chili hotdog/cheese fry/grilled cheese heaven. I give my order and wait, swiveling around in one of eight black and silver old-fashioned fountain stools inside. I smell it. I want it. I am secretly drooling. Not a pretty sight. Who’s serving today - is it Christina or Adam? Who cares. All I know is that I’ve ordered the house specialty - and I need it like an impatient addict. I’m here because not all of my days flow like good wine. That’s right - the “Poutine” - a French fry boat delight slathered in melted fresh cheddar curds and rich dark gravy, (bacon bits are extra) is finally mine to consume.
Have you guessed it? If you haven’t, then you just haven’t been - because you’d never forget it. And you can’t just show up once. Nope - this hole-in-the-'road' restaurant, hidden deep downtown on Fleet Street is Gilley’s, of course, and it will reel you in, again - and again, and again...
Frequented by the drunk after hours, yes. So cramped you have to watch what you’re putting into your mouth - that includes others’ elbows, yes. So hot inside on some summer days that you’d eat it raw if they’d give it to you long before placing it on the grill, oh yeah. Beloved by all, you bet. If you want ballpark-type tasting food after a good night of drinking, this is where you end up in Portsmouth in the wee hours. Or in my case, a bad day at work and I’m on my lunch break. Hands down, this is the number 1 spot to pick up a very quick bite when you don’t care what you look like or who’s watching you inhale your food like a Hoover.
Established in 1921 by Ralph Gilbert, who wheeled it around in front of the North Church before eventually placing it on Fleet Street in 1974, Gilley’s is a staple of Portsmouth in my opinion. I’d go so far to say a state landmark indeed. It’s earned it. The new management hasn’t changed a thing either - thank goodness - and thanks again Stephen.
Don’t let this lil’ restaurant on wheels fool you, however. It can hold its own. Just look to the right as you walk in - the prestigious wall speaks for itself. Phantom Gourmet hailed it as a “hidden jewel” in 1991, and it was featured in food magazine during the “50 States/50 Burgers” campaign, as well as having won several Best of NH Awards including 2002's Best French Fries, Best Cheap Eats, and Best Hot Dogs.
We’re all lucky they keep ‘flippin’ em’ at Gilley’s. Ah Gilley’s, how I love thee…let me count the ways…dogs, cheese, and fries - oh my!
I can’t help but let the grease run through my fingers, down the palm of my hand, and onto my shirtsleeve. I feel like I'm breaking the rules, and it's freeing. It’s all part of the experience...with perhaps a dash of nostalgia in there somewhere too. Besides, I’m due for a good spot wash and nap before I return to the office - or perhaps at the least, a call to my doc for an arterial flush. Heck, it’s all worth it. The smile on my face says so. On second thought, maybe I should have sat outside on one of the picnic benches…sorry for dropping that on your shoe mister…but you might want to save that for later it's so good!
GILLEY’S @ 175 Fleet Street, Portsmouth
603-431-6343 Open daily 11-2:30 a.m.
Bring cash - cuz' that's all they take!
=Oh so good.