As a general rule, most people are drawn to things they can't or shouldn't have.
And with good reason.
Once you cross the line, partaking in life's ill-gotten fruits, you wish you hadn't.
This is where life whips out its great equalizer...the sudden realization that you've just fucked-up....getting involved with something never meant to be.
I'm talking about Coal Burger.
The many times we sat on the patio at Stingray Sushi, looking longingly across the way at Coal Burger. Its packed house.
The people waiting for tables.
The wafting aroma of flame broiled beef.
It was too much. We were sucked in like a Vietnamese basket-whore, (so i hear) despite neither of us liking ground beef all that much.
Missing lunch, we came here for an early dinner...like way early...like 4:30 early.
There was us and one other party in the entire place.
This is where CB defied all logical thinking patterns.
Service was poor, and the burger even worse.
We were informed when ordering how all burgers were cooked medium unless specified differently. Fine. I ordered extremely well, asking the meat be caramelized. My wife, medium.
My wife's burger was rare, as in seared outside, tartare inside.
Mine wasn't caramelized, unless black is the new caramel.
How does this happen when there are only five (5) guests in the entire restaurant?
There was a replacement burger and plenty of apologies, but that's not what I'm looking for when I spend twenty five bucks on two burgers and beers.
CB...if your main product is burgers, and your default cooking method is medium, you might want to weigh the idea of having a timer somewhere in the kitchen...like next to the grill.
What a waste.