This is most certainly the most divisive and polarising topic to have ever graced the pages of this blog. It’s sensitive- so sensitive that it’s caused a schism in my household.
I’m talking about the New York City burger.
Last year in NYC I tried the Five Guys burger and said this;
It’s naughty, dirty and hopelessly irresistible.
It is a rite of passage for every visitor to the Big Apple; a greasy initiation wreaking arterial havoc and resulting in intense satisfaction.
But on this trip I tried a new place and now, blogger tail between my legs I am revising my recommendation.
The Burger Joint at Le Parker Meridien is renowned for serving the best burgers in the city. I’ll level with you, it’s been a while since I’ve had a burger (bites of other people’s don’t count). But for me, such hunky fare is best served simple; unless it’s Cut’s all-singing-all-dancing Wagyu burger.
But usually, I am a burger purist. I don’t want a brioche bun, sauerkraut from Normandy or onions carmelised in mountain dew. Just a simple juicy ruffian with a bun of gold.
This is certainly what I got. One bite into this bad boy and I was transported to the burger king of my early 90s childhood, although back then my milk teeth were chomping beef that tasted like it had seen the inside of a crematorium, nowhere close to today’s medium-rare succulentness. A rich, smoky sweet flavour, addictively moreish fries and super-smiley American service.
Tip: Expect huge queues. But I’ll let you in on a secret… this is how to jump the queue: just before you get there, call and place your order. This lets you jump right to the front to pick it up &pay (cash only).