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| - I don't like waiting unless I'm absolutely sure something will be worth the wait. That being said, mosey your party of four of more up to the host stand before getting in line because then you can just put your name and number down and wander around the surrounding area. When they mean an hour wait, they really mean an hour and a half. They will text you that your table is ready, then tell you to wait as it's "being cleaned off" for another twenty minutes. That's annoying. That's bad service. That being said... once I got to the table and shook off my annoyance with the hosts and the poor system of communication, I was ready to indulge.
Service was very good. Since we are all jackasses who don't bring cash, we had to split the bill five ways. Our server was such a champ and broke that shit down for us without breaking a sweat. Dude got a nice tip. Legit. I appreciated that almost as much as I appreciated never having to wait for a refill.
Go big or go home: truffle burger all the way. Can't pass up the urge to get a little fancy, and you don't get fancier than a $21 burger from your favorite celebrity chef's cheapest restaurant (woe is me and my wallet). Not to fuck around any further, I also got the truffle fries for another $11. But don't worry, they were gluten-free. Wink wink.
Damn good burger. Medium cooked. Light frisee to balance out the richness of the creme fraiche and aioli. Beautiful. Every bite was worth it. The truffle fries were a hit. I am a sucker for aioli (as if that's not obvious) and this was the perfect combination with the fries. My only complaint is that the seasoning wasn't as evenly distributed as it could have been.
Tried my friend's hog burger because mangalitsa pork. And if you don't know why that's significant, shame on you. I didn't really catch the BBQ pork, the onion, the slaw, the cheddar, or the pickles; all I could taste was BACON. It was overwhelmingly porky. Delicious. But heavy. I liked mine more. Teehee. To each their own. Nothing was left on that plate.
The rest of my party of five got the blue burger, the American burger, and the uber cheese burger. Everyone was content. My friends even got some of the cocktails that they sort of push on you with their shiny iPads. I really wish I could eat more than I did, because I would've doubled up on appetizers, thrown in a fish and crisp sandwich (because YES), and chugged down a shake to follow. But alas, I still want to fit into pants, and not the stretchy Regina George kind. Until next time, BurGR!
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