I don't get it.
I suppose the location is exciting...weaving through bodega-style shelves, reading a chalkboard in the light of a freezer full of Red Bull and walking past the pork rinds to order your burger.
We spent forever deciding on the one with Korean beef on top only to be told they didn't have it. The kitchen is cold and there's a single cook who doesn't seem all that interested in anything we have to say.
So we got the Dressed Burger to go...because there's nowhere to sit (shocking!), and we unwrapped the juicy giant in front of the TV with a DVD and a couple of beers.
That's when everything changed. The bun was toasted, and the beef patties were thick. They are loaded with chewy bacon, soft caramelized onions, a light spring salad, and the essential bleu. Enough is enough, but the yolk runs out of a fried egg, into tart tomato jam, and smoked gouda with gooey aioli really takes it over the top.
The truth is, the burger is really greasy. But it's a the very definition of burger, dressed up with a lot of designer ingredients and a spunky side of Truffle Parmesan Fries.
Sit-down, ritzy night out it is not, but in the right setting, with just the right mood, the could be the only thing you need that night.
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