I love this place, the trashy look of the joint adds to its
appeal. The fact that it sits inside the upscale Le Parker Merdien Hotel is a
true testament to the great burgers that they produce.
I just wish we could have gone back time and time again, but
alas New York has too many good places that we wanted to try. However there is
always space and time to eat again at the Burger Joint.
Inside this small, intimate and kind of grimy eatery with
its graffiti adorned walls, sarcastic messages form the staff, perfumed air
from the grill, you know you are in burger heaven.
The menu is short and sweet, burger or cheeseburger. That’s
it. I love a place that is bold enough to do a few things and a few things
only, and do them bloody well.
The shakes change on a daily basis and run out pretty fast,
but with two cheeseburgers, a chocolate and a strawberry shake, two fries and
pickles ordered, we sat down in a booth waiting for heaven to be ready.
My name was called and I took the tray back to our table.
They were as good as I remembered form 2 years ago. Bags of flavour in those
slightly greasy pattys, but oh such good grease. The cheap American cheese just
adds to this awesome burger. Why we are just getting good shit like this in
London is beyond me. Seasoned well, cooked well this is the burger of choice.
The thick shakes punch a fruity slap in the mouth as you
suck away on shake delight. The salty fries just bring everything together to complete
wondrous rapture. I never wanted this meal to end. Sadly it did. As I sat there
in a content warming glow, I was tempted to do it all over again, but no, too
much of a good thing can be bad for you. Or can it?
I was in the running for a job that would have meant
spending probably 3 months living and working in New York, until I pulled out
of it, but it would have been good, as I know I’d have come here more or less
on a daily basis. Good for the soul, bad for the size of my belly.
Until next time Burger Joint, until next time.
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