Are you familiar with that unsettling primordial craving for a burger because you haven't had one in ages (regardless of how long it's actually been)? Likely all too well.
With so many shmancy burger joints popping up on every street corner these days, everyone's always namedropping their new favourites. "Blah Blah Burger is the best!" It's been so hard to keep up that I just decided not to even try. Besides, my definition of "soooo long" is in fact quite long when it comes to burgers. Until the day that dreaded beef patty craving hit me so hard that it had me going out on the prowl like a mad cave woman, I blissfully didn't know what I was missing out on.
All it took to convince my empty stomached lunch date to go on this burger hunt was the mention of a burger. It didn't take us long to find and agree on the simply, but entirely germanely named Gourmet Burger. We thought that the minimalistic black interior felt quite severe, but also sanitary at the same time.
After too much deliberation that took the span of a six person deep line up, I decided on a smokey bacon burger. We sat on bar stools up against the spic and span storefront window and didn't mind one bit that we were inadvertently providing live advertising while we gorged ourselves half way into food comas. Although the optional whole wheat bun was dense and filling in a way that I could not appreciate, the complimentary creamy avocado and juicy beets did a great job of adding balance to the melange of textures.
It was both literally and figuratively refreshing to find juices such as mango and carrot orange instead of the run of the mill pop. My burger buddy's cheese burger was reportedly amazing and he was stuffed, but I eventually convinced him to finish the third of mine that I didn't have space for too.