The building was the home of the George Reed family. The son, Alfred G. Reed, died from wounds received at the Battle of Fredericksburg on December 13, 1862. He died on December 27th, 1862 in a Washington, D.C. hospital. If look at the canons at Diamond Park you will see the local Grand Army of the Republic (Civil War Veterns Group) was named in his honor.
One of the last iconic downtown businesses still flourishing from my youth. It was always a treat to go to the Burger Hut - great food and full of characters. My parents always referred to it as George's after the owner George Steriopolus. He was a really cool guy who always drove a new Corvette. His son Tom and I were classmates and we used to hang out together. On of the duties from my high school summer job was to deliver potatoes and onions at the little side door in the alley. They only used the highest grade of produce specially ordered. The burgers were great, but I also really enjoyed the potato salad. It's still one of my first stops during my rare visits to Butler.
Even though this picture looks like it's from the 1970's, I seem to remember the Burger Hut with a different fascade--some kind of tile before the brick front was added later. This was a second place, morning hang-out in my family (Hot Dog Shoppe); I remember people coming in the door off the alley for orders, "Maize" the waitress and of course, "George" Costopholus (sic)the owner.
Back in the late 1940's my older brother would go through the narrow passageway between the Hamburger Hut and Quaker Dry Cleaners to the house in the back where in a front room on the ground floor to the right he would reluctantly take his weekly trumpet lesson. One time I followed him back and got a glimpse inside that dark and mysterious, and very fine old house, before he told me to get lost.
So many hamburgers at this place when my father took me with him into town on Saturdays. And if I was really lucky, a piece of the banana or coconut cream pie. Still one of the best hamburgers I've ever had and that pie was pretty good too.
As kids we love The Hut, sometimes if it wasn’t too busy I could get maybe 1 of the 3 seats and look out the window on to Main St. On Friday & Saturday nights the parking lot across the street was full of cars. Great meeting place.
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Dang, now I want a Sharpie with chili.
Anyone know the history of the house in the background? It must have been very beautiful in its day.
There used to be an alderman or a Justice of the Peace located in that house back when the building on the other side of the alley was the A&P store.
The building was the home of the George Reed family. The son, Alfred G. Reed, died from wounds received at the Battle of Fredericksburg on December 13, 1862. He died on December 27th, 1862 in a Washington, D.C. hospital. If look at the canons at Diamond Park you will see the local Grand Army of the Republic (Civil War Veterns Group) was named in his honor.
Concerning the last comment please refer to the blog entry:
http://clcing.blogspot.de/2011/05/alfred-reed-first-lieutenant-134th-pa.html
One of the last iconic downtown businesses still flourishing from my youth. It was always a treat to go to the Burger Hut - great food and full of characters. My parents always referred to it as George's after the owner George Steriopolus. He was a really cool guy who always drove a new Corvette. His son Tom and I were classmates and we used to hang out together. On of the duties from my high school summer job was to deliver potatoes and onions at the little side door in the alley. They only used the highest grade of produce specially ordered. The burgers were great, but I also really enjoyed the potato salad. It's still one of my first stops during my rare visits to Butler.
Even though this picture looks like it's from the 1970's, I seem to remember the Burger Hut with a different fascade--some kind of tile before the brick front was added later. This was a second place, morning hang-out in my family (Hot Dog Shoppe); I remember people coming in the door off the alley for orders, "Maize" the waitress and of course, "George" Costopholus (sic)the owner.
always liked their food, much better that hot dog shop
I loved their split-pea soup.
I spilled some of my chili sauce on some dry cleaning next door at Quaker's - the manager slapped me silly and threw me out.
Back in the late 1940's my older brother would go through the narrow passageway between the Hamburger Hut and Quaker Dry Cleaners to the house in the back where in a front room on the ground floor to the right he would reluctantly take his weekly trumpet lesson. One time I followed him back and got a glimpse inside that dark and mysterious, and very fine old house, before he told me to get lost.
So many hamburgers at this place when my father took me with him into town on Saturdays. And if I was really lucky, a piece of the banana or coconut cream pie. Still one of the best hamburgers I've ever had and that pie was pretty good too.
As kids we love The Hut, sometimes if it wasn’t too busy I could get maybe 1 of the 3 seats and look out the window on to Main St. On Friday & Saturday nights the parking lot across the street was full of cars. Great meeting place.
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