I am always delighted when I'm out-and-about and I spot a new restaurant, I spend the next few days trying to find an excuse to drag someone with me to check it out. When I first noticed Poshburger, I only caught a glimpse out of the corner of my eye, just enough to see it was a burger joint. A few days later I contacted my burger-loving buddy and we headed out to give it a try.
The restaurant itself is oddly arranged, feeling more like a church lunchroom than a burger joint (albeit a classy burger joint). The tables are all 8 toppers, so come prepared to make a new friend, plus they have a bar, which suited the two of us just fine.
The bartender was a pleasant mix of delightful and terrified, after all he was a little wet behind the ears. Though I was thoroughly impressed with his singular focus when asked for a recommendation (too many servers approach recommendations with the confidence of a lemming), to which he unabashedly replied "The wild boar burger, definitely."
My buddy decided to order a simple make-it-yourself cheeseburger, claiming it's the only true way to judge a burger joint. I of course, went with our young barman's confident recommendation, because I believe the best way to judge any restaurant is to let the chef blow you away with their signature dish - mine also came with an order of fries (but I'll get to that later).
One thing you should know about me, I always like cheese, ketchup and mustard on my burgers. I will add other ingredients from time to time, but those three are a staple. The wild boar burger (chef special) came with no cheese, ketchup or mustard, but I didn't even notice these were missing until I was almost finished - and I didn't even miss 'em. The burger was incredibly juicy, leaving a savory pool on the plate and I dipped into it like an au jus until there was not a drop left. I did feel it could it have used a bit more seasoning, so I added some salt about half-way through which made it even tastier (note to self: add salt right away next time). Though it was wild, it lacked any of that wild taste that usually accompanies boar. All-in-all, it was probably the first burger without my three staples I ever truly enjoyed.
Now for the fries. Being a good Yelper (please Misty, I'm trying to be a good Yelper ) we read a few reviews as we waited for our meals (and a check-in which I am usually reluctant to do anytime). From these we learned that the fries have been a point of contention with some of the other Yelpers, mostly that they still taste frozen. When they arrived I had to agree, although I can't say that the advance notice didn't taint my perception a bit.
For whatever reason (probably my big mouth), we were suddenly sent out another order of fries with no explanation. Of course, after one bite of this new batch I was baffled, they actually tasted great, I mean really, really good. It was the manager that informed us later that the chef had hand-cut a batch just for us, based, I'm guessing, on my comments. Turns out they were trying to see if we would notice the difference - boy did we.
In my opinion, Poshburger is a refreshing, fabulous new concept that I am proudly giving the full five stars. --- Just don't be afraid to ask for hand-cut fries, you'll thank me.