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| - I went today for lunch, hoping to experience the same burger bliss I experienced on my last outing here. Alas, it was not to be. The burger (again I got the single patty little burger) was dry. There were actually dry crunchy bits on the circumference of the patty. I'm all about the char, but this was beyond char. This was a dry, abused patty.
I was bewildered given the lovely juiciness that I experienced the first time I came here. How could things have gone so wrong? Oh, ho! I winkled out the answer to that mystery as I was leaving. I witnessed the tall blond girl commit a crime against burgerkind that should not be borne by any burger-loving citizen. She had her spatula on top of a burger patty and she was leaning her weight into it. Squeezing out all the luscious beef juices with what appeared to be ferocious and great enthusiasm.
What the devil, blond girl! What did that burger patty ever do to you? I understand smashing the patty into the griddle to get a good char, but once you get that initial adherence, you ease off. There was no easing off here. I don't know whether to assign malicious intent or ignorance to her actions, but she was laying into the patty like it was a snitch and she was the mob enforcer.
And the fries, those lovely perfectly seasoned fries of my last visit, were also subpar on this visit. They were slightly limp and lacked appropriate seasoning.
Consistency is key, people. What can I expect next time? Burger nirvana or burger heartache. I'll certainly think twice about placing my order if I see that blond girl at the grill again.
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