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| - Can a burger ruin your life?
Only time will tell...
It's taken me quite some time to come to terms with this place. It's by no means fine dining... The kind of stuff I LOVE to poo poo thanks to my starving-artist lifestyle and exposure to UBER-fine-dining. (My last gig was at a place where the "cheap" cars were the BMWs and Mercs)
I honestly have been left speechless (nearly) by this place. My first visit EVER was last week. I had gone on a whim and a strong recommendation from one of my other starving-artist pals. Being the nerdy googler that I am, I looked up what I thought I might like to try and off I went.
My first visit: regular cheeseburger AND the "Tower of Babel" (which is a "secret" menu item).
I rode my bike thinking it would be a great way to convince myself that my gluttony wouldn't be too much of a factor that day... So I went in, ordered my burgers, received my order and then rode down to the beach and enjoyed my burgers with a lake view.
I started with the cheese burger. It was simple. It was delicious. It contained ALL the elements required for burger perfection.
Mind you... This is by no means a gourmet burger. This is just a brilliantly simple and classic execution. No saffron mustard, no gourmet cheeses, no herb encrusted breads, no panoply of toppings.
Getting back to my second item: The Tower of Babel.
O...M...G!!!!!!
It was bite after bite of ooey, gooey, deliciousness. It's not something that you can eat all together... Even with a mouth such as mine and a gluttony that knows no shame. You simply MUST break it down somewhat to get it in your mouth.
Being the purist that I am, I did try. And oh, how I did try.
Honestly though, the tower is simply too much over-the-top ooey-gooeyness for me.
I guess I'm getting old.
That said... Once I had finished my 2 burgers I hopped on my bike and rode home.
The air was hot, the sky was blue, and by the time I got home I decided, that I had to go back...So I just turned around and rode straight back for dinner. The staff were somewhat surprised to see me again so quickly but they happily took my order for 2 more fantastic burgers.
My dinner visit I had the "High Priest" and a double with "smoke" (panko battered, deep fried, jalapenos)
I once again returned to the beach and eagerly crammed down my two burgers.
While utterly stuffed during my ride home I kept obsessing about what burger I wanted to try next and how I was going to keep eating them without suffering a horrible diet-related fate.
In all honesty, I have NEVER before in my life ever obsessed about a burger for so long after I ate it. So much so, that I had to go back again. This time with my wife and son.
Will I be back? I'll have to use all of my will power to try to NOT go back. But of course I will fail miserably.
Damn... these are some tasty burgers.
Damn you BP... You're going to kill me.
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