Peter Luger is known the country over as one of the best steaks you can get anywhere. I didn’t even know they surved burgers, but apparently they do and they must not get a lot of orders for them seeing as they don’t do a very good job:
My girlfriend and I both ordered our burgers with American cheese and cooked medium-rare. They arrived ten minutes later with a slice of raw onion and a side of fries. I was immediately excited by the sesame-seed bun—crispy on the outside but fluffy and soft in the middle, my ideal burger delivery device. The raw onions aren’t something I’d typically put on a burger, but I imagined myself as a famished working-class Brooklynite visiting Peter Luger in the late-nineteenth century and knew my fictional self wouldn’t throw aside a ring of raw onion.
Finally, it was time to taste the burger. Thus far, my dream of the perfect burger was in line with reality. Then, I took a bite. First contact was delicious. The meat had a strong flavor and a smooth texture despite the coarse grind. I took a few more bites and approached the center. Uh oh. The middle of my burger was bright red and nowhere near the pink I was hoping to see. In the dead center it was nearly raw.
Okay, as someone who orders their burger medium well all the time, that is just frigging GROSS. Yech. I’ll stick to the butter-grilled goodness that is Peter Luger’s steaks and steer clear of the burger.
Now pardon me while I find a bucket.
[tags]peter luger, hamburger[/tags]