(Me, by Leiana Miller, 7.17.09)
Burger Day: Comme Ça
I’ve been meaning to try this place pretty much since the beginning of my Burger Day adventure. It’s been spoken of many a time as the best burger in the city, I’ve seen the head chef interviewed, about burgers, by the New York Times, the place is a big deal.
So finally, for lunch with my oldest friend (our mothers have known each other since grade school, so technically we have been friends longer than we’ve even been alive), we hit the place.
HIT IT HARD. I skipped breakfast for this, man. Barely even sipped any water.
So we get there, the place is wicked fancy, this ain’t no “burger joint”. This is a restaurant, though I couldn’t actually tell you what kind of cuisine they serve, I just hunted down the burger on the menu and left it at that.
My friend, she had the steak tartar, so they serve that. It was fancy. Yes.
The burger, it was also fancy. Apparently the current trend is to make burgers that are so patty big you can barely fit them into your mouth.
This is silly. Do they think me some dilettante, that I would be scared away by a burger’s sheer size?
Ha. Ha, I say. “How do you eat that thing?” My friend asked.
“With my mouth.”
AW YEAH.
They put on a wee bit too many onions. It’s 2 hours later, I can still taste ‘em. But once I scraped a few off, we had ourselves a fine burger. Excellent meat, cooked exactly as I’d ordered.
It’s a simple burger, cheese, onions, a light mayo-type dressing, letttuce. I respect that. They didn’t try to dazzle me with arcane ingredients, or trick me by using an overpowering cheese. Just a straight classy burger.
And it was quite good. Hit the spot, definitely no room left in the stomach.
Best burger in LA? Nah. It’s solid, no doubt. But there was nothing special in the taste, nothing that stood out. Just a damned good burger. Which is a mean feat, these days.
Grade: A-
