Burger Day: Elisabeth noms down on some blueberry pancakes at The Broadway Grill, because apparently pancakes are different in Norway.
The plan had been to have lunch on the 3rd Street Promenade, then have dinner at Father’s Office, a burger place that is attaining near-mythical status in my continuing search for LA’s best burger.
I didn’t mean to order a burger on 3rd st., but I just love ‘em so much! So when the ladies from Norway, who’d been in LA for three months and whose visas were due to run out in four days, wanted to hit the beach then grab some lunch, I was left with little choice but to make the 2 burger day move.
I wasn’t expecting much from the Broadway Bar & Grill’s burger, figured it was just gonna be a standard “we have to put burgers on the menu, we’ll try not to poison you” burger.
But I was damned surprised. Thick, juicy, the meat doing the heavy-lifting, flavor-wise. Fine burger.
They also had a caramel milkshake, which was fucking delicious.
Grade (for being surprisingly good): B+
Oh, and of course the evening plan went all FUBAR, so no Father’s Office. But I will eat there. THIS, I COMMAND.
