
From the very first moment we heard about Mark and Donny Wahlberg opening a Wahlburgers restaurant in the Hingham Shipyard with their brother Paul as head chef (pictured), all I could think was FACK ME STANDIN’, TAWMMY, MAHKY’S GAWT A RESTRINT? WE GAWTA GET DOWN TO THE FACKIN HAHBAH AND GET SOME THOSE HAWT BURGAHS! Sadly, I do not live in Hingham Shipyard area myself, I live in San Francisco, aka Stinky Queah Hobo Town. Luckily, loyal FilmDrunkard Johnny Lager (check out his website over at GentlemanStumbler.com – plug, plug, I’m not paying him for this) was in the area to provide our first hand report. Here’s his account from Wahlburgers, or as I like to call it, “The Emerald Nutsacks” (peep the logo).
When I arrived, I was worried I was going to look like a (f^ck!ng) idiot taking photos of myself with the logo and everything else, but I noticed I wasn’t the only jackass going sick-house with a camera. Clearly the Wahlberg name draws a lot of water in this town, so the place was packed.
The layout is kind of odd, like a “V,” or a pair of pants. You enter at the “waist,” if you will, and down the right pant leg is “cafeteria style” self serve. If you go down the left pant leg you can get wait-service, and there’s an enormous, well stocked sports bar. Both sides have a sort of upscale cafeteria look. The music was a bit loud and reminded my wife of awkward middleschool dances.
While every single item in the restaurant had logos on it, I only saw three movie posters: Contraband, Blue Bloods and Invincible. Titles of other Wahlberg movies and projects were written on a ceiling fixture. Off to the side is single a poster of assorted Wahlberg family photos. To my surprise, and secret disappointment, it’s not as “WAHLBERG!” as I expected. We chose to sit at the bar, and I chose to try the proprietary beer they call the “Wahlbrewski.” It’s brewed by local favorite, Harpoon, so I call it a “Wahlpoon.” I found it a bit sweet and light on hops for an IPA. But, like Marky and Donny, it was a lady-pleaser. (I went back to Stella).
Most of the staff were attractive women, and all of the staff were incredibly nice. My attempts to be a smartass, asking for things like a Marky Wahlbanger (which I imagined as 6 parts fresh orange juice, 3 parts Vodka and 1 part Courvoisier), were met with a breezy earnestness that made it not fun, so I stopped.
The staff wore simple uniforms of Wahlburger’s t-shirts and caps, which you could buy at the gift counter by the door.
Head Chef Paul (Pauly?) Wahlberg was there, running around, so I asked if he would take a picture with me. Although he was clearly in a rush, he was very kind. Even when my wife spontaneously forgot how to operate her own camera, he was very patient, and charming. As you can tell in the pic, his smile is genuine.
Everything is affordable and the burgers are very much like a backyard burger: grilled and a little greasy -in a good way- then topped with “Government Cheese,” romain lettuce, dill pickles, a slice of tomato and the proprietary Wahlsauce. The Wahlsauce’s base is ketchup and mayo (Fancy Sauce!), but it also has Sriracha, and a bunch of other savory notes, so, I liked it despite myself.
There are fancier burgers too, apparently Marky’s favorite is the “Thanksgiving,” a turkey-burger with stuffing and cranberry sauce. Although the burgers are a bit small, 3 oz and 5 oz, they’re very tasty; plenty of other burger places don’t do them as well. The French Fries were surprisingly good and the sweet potato tater-tots were great, but the onion rings did us in.
I can’t help but feel that this place is bound to be an incredible success. It’s a “real-food, fast-food” place, with an enormous sports bar, and what self respecting college student or unpaid internet-non-celebrity doesn’t like that? I think the Wahlberg draw is enough to keep this place booming, despite it’s rather odd location; unless you’re from Hingham you need an Iraqi ass-map to find it, but if they put one of these within a few blocks of a college, they’ll be printing money, son. This restaurant is a peacock, you gotta let it fly!
In the final analysis, Wahlburgers is tasty, fun and affordable. An affordable bar in Massachusetts?! Well say “hi” to your mother for me, sweet Fortuna! I give it 8 out of 9 Wahlberg siblings.
[Thanks to JohnnyLogz -- check out his site to say thanks]

While every single item in the restaurant had logos on it, I only saw three movie posters: Contraband, Blue Bloods and Invincible. Titles of other Wahlberg movies and projects were written on a ceiling fixture. Off to the side is single a poster of assorted Wahlberg family photos. To my surprise, and secret disappointment, it’s not as “WAHLBERG!” as I expected. We chose to sit at the bar, and I chose to try the proprietary beer they call the “Wahlbrewski.” It’s brewed by local favorite, Harpoon, so I call it a “Wahlpoon.” I found it a bit sweet and light on hops for an IPA. But, like Marky and Donny, it was a lady-pleaser. (I went back to Stella).

The Iraqi Assmap incidentally is rolled flatbread filled with baba ganoush and dipped in mole sauce.
the W logo looks like a ball sac.
Nice site Johnny!
Why the fuck would a guy named Johnny Lager order an IPA?
“At Wahlburgers, their burgers are off-the-wall!” — Pete Hammond, LA Times
Nice write-up. And a nice site, too, although it must be noted that putting ice in a Lagavulin 16 is a capital offense in any just and reasonable society.
*whispers, I like my whiskey a little watered down
*dodges ice cube
I always put a little water in my whiskey. Scotch, on the other hand…
These guys are stealing everything. That logo is identical to the Wegmans logo and the wahlburger is a burger from Tom Walhs.
Youd didn’t order the Alma-lette? FACK YOU, HAHD AWN, MY MUTHA IS A FERTILE SAINT.
I always put a little Scotch in my whiskey. Water, on the other hand… I don’t touch the stuff.
I can’t wait for someone to knock the “L” off the signage so I can go get a Wah-burger. With some French Cries.
Thanks for the love, FilmDrunkards!
I should point out that I did not write that review of Lagavulin 16, rather Brew Radley did. And while I did used to put a small heart-shaped bit of ice in my scotch I have reconsidered, and you are right to criticize.
Anyway, love you all, and thanks again!
I did notice that, Johnny, and I enjoyed a lot of the posts I skimmed through after the red mists of my snob rage had parted. The chilled Guiness and espresso combo is new to me, but I’ll be putting it to good use this winter.
*Guinness
Ace, it’s tops! The Guinness and espresso. I couldn’t resist writing that sentence out of context.
I have an excellent Guinness brisket recipe if you want : ) It takes two days but it’s easy. Like me.
HAHAHA not really.
I’m not sure what part I’m denying but you can have the recipe if you want.
so basically it’s like every single burger bar in the history of existence?
Guinness AND brisket?
This is fucking awesome, btw.
I was almost gonna do something similar when Vince broke the story about the D.C. Green Lantern, except that, oh yeah, FUCK THAT.
Fek, if that was directed at me, thanks! Either way; Much respect!
elle07, I don’t just want that recipe, I need, nay, covet it. I can be reached via my vain and crapulent web page.
Surely the moment you step inside Wahlburgers you are henceforth known as ‘JOHNNY LAHGAH’
Did you park at Alma Nova’s? My cousin and I accidentally parked there originally but the valet told us to park across the street. He was very polite but he didn’t want me saying hello to Marky Mark’s mother’s restaurant for him.
The nice thing about a Wahlbrewski is that if it goes flat you can yell at it until it gets gassy.
HAHAHAHA!! – The Big Hit, people!!!!1
And here I thought a “gentleman” was somebody that owned horses. Nice stuff!
Nice review, JL, though I must say I am disappointed to see that the burgers are not made from dyslexic whales as I’d first surmised.
That was a nice review and I’m a fan of the site all around. Adding The Gentleman Stumbler to my Firefox Morning Coffee.
Also, @StrangerInTheAlps – I think that may be the first time I nominate something for comment of the week.
Yo dawg i heard you like burgers, so i put a burger in yo burger… so on and so forth
Please tell me you told Paul “Say hi to your mother for me.” Or at least made it “Say hi to your brother for me.”