BURGER DAY: Natasha in the park, because I forgot to take a shot @ The Apple Pan
Two burgers in two days!!! I’ll find LA’s best burger IF IT KILLS ME.
Which current studies show is incredibly probable.
In any event, today I took Natasha, after a lovely shoot in the park (lady climbed a tree for me, what a woman!), to The Apple Pan, a L.A. landmark. Place has been standing since the late 40s, and the menus is exactly the same as it was the day it opened.
As, by the look of the place, is everything else. The service is rapid fire and no-nonsense, “what you want? cheese? fries? coke?” That was it, man, that’s all the guy said to us, and it took him about one picosecond to spit it all out. Guy, at least in his 60s, moved like his pants were on fire.
But you don’t care about the service! “how was the burger?” you ask. “How was the burger so many rave about, for so long???”
Meh. Their burger relies on a tomato-y relish they spread liberally on the patty. The meat itself is fair, automatically cooked medium rare, with a brick of lettuce and some pickles.
Pickles AND relish. Too much. And that special relish of theirs, while interesting, not all that good. Too sweet.
I get that the place has ambiance up the ass, and it’s just all them old guys behind the counter are just so cute in their curt manner and staccato spanish (which Natasha totally used to her advantage, smoothly using her Castilian to get a straw. little thing, yes, but i tell ya, would’ve taken an hour if she hadn’t gone native). But the food just ain’t nothin’ to write home about.
If I ever wrote home. Which I don’t. Because I am home. I’d be writing to myself, and that’s just silly.
Grade: C
